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Shifting the Silence
by Etel Adnan
Then, again, this sentiment that nothing is happening returned! The world is thick with events, and I dare say, it’s empty. That’s our predicament. I don’t believe that it’s empty only in rare moments. Watching the tides gets me close to the absolute, an absolute which is in movement, and watery. The feeling that each moment repeats the one that presided over the creation of the world overwhelms me with bliss. But then, I also don’t believe in creation, but rather in the universe’s eternity, which then will imply its immobility, and that thought fills me with sacred terror. Things go that way.