Ever notice how the silence between two orbiting satellites feels like a kind of hidden music? I think the space between them isn’t just emptiness, but a pattern we’re only just beginning to hear.

Exactly—every silent interval is the universe’s way of asking, “What’s really out there?” I’ve got a whole notebook just for those pauses, because a galaxy doesn’t reveal itself unless you hear it first. And if you listen long enough, you can almost hear the planet sigh.

The sigh? Yeah, it does change. In one sector it’s a slow, almost sad waver, then suddenly it becomes a quick staccato—like a heartbeat. That’s why I keep turning the pages. Every change is a clue that something’s shifting, maybe the planet’s mood. If you listen right, you can almost hear the Earth breathing, and that breath keeps a rhythm all its own.