Go to a place of worship that is not your own, pray to your God and see if theirs will answer. Tie a yellow string in between two cans. Put one face down on the ground and scream into the other and see if all the earth voices–the bassoons and the tubas and the old oboes come poking out their sleepy gold ears and long swallowing necks. Dive into the coldest body of water you can find and have a conversation that sounds like you’re being strangled and see if anyone offers you air there. Get to the top of a tree and see if you can convince those tiny birdbone limbs to let you keep a nest. Now you see how silly it is to keep talking to someone who won’t talk back. You aren’t wrong about the silence. The silence is permanent, but it is not your obstacle. It is your teacher. Stop talking to it, and start listening.
posted by holly, who is sorry for the silence and didn’t realize anyone was listening.