Silence is the default state of everything that surrounds us. The void we fill with our presence, the canvas we paint on, the abundance of potential of what could be, but isn't.
In its potential, it is perfection. When we do not impose arbitrarily, but rather let potential form as it wills, we enable ourselves to become part of the symphony of silence.
空山不見人,但聞人語響 The empty mountain, no one visible — only the echo of voices
Wang Wei · Deer Enclosure (鹿柴)