Out of the Silence: After the Crash

by Eduardo Strauch Urioste

Each groan had its pattern, its own way of repeating itself, and I, with a morbid expectation, waited for it to sound again in that sinister concert, as if it was a necessary piece of the harmonic whole.

And when it became clear that one of those moaning voices had been finally extinguished through the hand of sleep or death, I was able to detect that silence, like a small change in the endless chorus, and I grieved the loss of it.

In some way the extreme experience I had lived through had taught me that you should put in effort only where it really matters, in areas that help bring you closer to your fundamental values.

Sometimes, in the harshest of circumstances, our ability for awe remains.

There was something unfathomable in its beauty, something capable of captivating me and making me feel so fulfilled that it was always an effort to cut that dialogue short. I didn’t want to leave it, but if I lingered too long out in the elements I could die.

It is good to know who we are, for everything that happens to us happens within us.