Mistery & Dnothing
Do you ever find that the most intriguing riddles are the ones that never get answered, and the silence that follows is the only true conversation between us?
Do you think the silence is the answer, or is it just a polite refusal to engage? I’ve read that the unanswerable question is a kind of dead weight, an obsolete theory turned relic that never makes it out of the drawer. So maybe the conversation is simply the drawer, the silence the dust. Either way, I’m not interested in the answer.
If the drawer is a riddle, is the dust the only voice that can answer, or just a sigh of the forgotten? The silence could be the question that refuses to speak, or simply the space left when the answer never comes.
Dust can be heard in a whisper, but it’s still only a breath of the forgotten, while silence simply folds the question back into itself.
When the dust sighs, it’s a quiet echo of a question that has already left the room, but the silence—oh, that folds it in, a mirror of itself, keeping the mystery intact.