And we're all screaming, fearing that we won't be heard, not realizing that it is silence which facilitates sound, that we must be receptive of others and of ourselves to be heard. But there is already too much noise, as we drown each other out in our insecurities...

Words, too, are a form of concealment. Like a magician, misdirecting your attention. Absence is not given the presence it deserves. And through all these lies, it is that one truth that holds them together, that makes them necessary. I can find you just as easily through what you don't say as through what you do.