STFU, long version

More and more lately, I find myself longing to speak out, only to have wisdom from outside make me reconsider what I want to say.  I could write a book on my inner debates yesterday between apology and debate;  I could pen a novella on my FB excursions today.  In the end, I would just be a voice in a cacophony of similar voices, all making some kind of point.  Unfortunately, voices do not have ears.  Voices don't have hearts to turn, nor minds to change.  And in the end, voices are just the background radiation of the universe, droning on while stars are born and stars die.

This is the Crab Nebula.  A thousand years and change ago (by our time), it was a star.  Man has only known it like this, except for the two seasons that the Chinese watched its explosive, dying moments.  This is the after of someone's before.  And it's all we know about it.


The voices in my analogy droned on when it was a newborn star; and still drones on 7,500 years after its death.  The voices talking now have been talking for months; they'll still be talking a year from now when whoever wins the election is long since ensconced in power.  And it doesn't really matter what I say, what position I hold.  EXCEPT TO ME.


But what I DO, that may be a different story.  See, the thing about that background radiation is, according to theory, at least the "accepted theory" on how the universe began, that microwave whisper should be uniform- but it isn't.  There are clumps here, silent spots there.

So, say everyone has a voice.  Spread uniformly across the spectrum, it just blends in, it becomes uniform.   But a silence?  Ah, THERE is the power to bring change, to have a ripple effect.  But not a void silence; no, that would quickly be filled, because nature abhors a vacuum.  But a PURPOSEFUL silence, that cannot be overwhelmed, cannot be filled in.

I have a voice.  Some of its uses today I stand by, others I regret.  I apologize if I have muddled in the after of anyone's before.  At least in this spot today, I shall be silence.  And maybe, just maybe, through what some might call a void, I can let some light shine through.