In all our noise remains a silence.
In the silence remains a word.
The noise has seized all words but one. This one cannot be taken.
For in the word remains the truth.
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What separates a life that embodies this truth from a life of noise?
Is not the life of noise an endless circuit of “answers”?
With the many “answers” obscuring the few answers, does not truth often speak through questions?
Was it not Christ—though possessing all answers—who lived the question that rings out the deepest truth of all, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”?
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