Out of the Silence: After the Crash

by Eduardo Strauch Urioste

I had brought the silence of the mountains back with me, inside me, and I had built my life around its rich and mysterious presence.

Some time later we learned that precisely those mothers and girlfriends being addressed in our rudimentary telepathic messages were the ones who, throughout our entire absence, never doubted for a single moment that we were alive.

there was also an impeccable logic that came to the aid of our hope every time it was seen to falter.

we couldn’t understand the enigmatic ways of God with minds that are only human.

You can’t know when fear is truly justified, but in any case, it is always lost energy, useless strain. Yet even so it seems unavoidable in any situation of risk and uncertainty.

Life seemed to be reminding us yet again that we are never completely safe and that risk is an integral part of life itself.

put in effort only where it really matters, in areas that help bring you closer to your fundamental values.

But nature is neither good nor bad, it simply is. So perhaps its only indisputable quality is its magnificence.

“Where there is nothing, I found everything.” —Eduardo Strauch

although nothing is certain, anything is possible. Something beyond us protects us, and it is found in solitude . . . in observation . . . and in silence.