Out of the Silence: After the Crash

by Eduardo Strauch Urioste

I couldn’t cry for my cousin Daniel Shaw when the expeditionaries later found him up on the mountain, still strapped into his seat,

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.

Without knowing it, I had spontaneously experienced something called a state of meditation.