If the universe is so vast, then why doesn't it ever speak?
If Jupiter is so large and August, then why doesn't it ever claim control over the other planets with the simple task of stating it?
If the speakers are bright, loud, and opinionated, then why aren't the silent ones given their share of independence?
Questions a many, I have yet to be answered.
Yet they never do.
I have never asked anyone.
Obviously not.
The silent ones are not loud or opinionated; we do not feed off of the attention of others.
We sit still.
Silent and as immobile as ice.
The emotions and thoughts of the others drift through our minds like a calm river.
We do not let them bother us.
We show stoicism.
A stoic persona that is but only a mask.
We hide our thoughts,
Not because we are incapable of speech.
We are afraid.
We display the aloof nature so well, that the others would never know how we feel.
We do not wish control over the others.
We are the frosted tundra that is surrounded by the tropical beach island.
We feel the emotions of others.
We feel them so intensely...
We know the ways of affection.
We have yet to learn them, though.
We are surrounded by an impermeable dome of ice that cannot shatter.
But inside the ice, is an ocean.
An ocean that works in fluid-like, bendable ways...
The complex mind of a silent is confusing to the others...
They do not understand.
None of them will.
We, the silent ones are looked down upon.
There is no need to care for us.
We do not return the affection.
As distant and cold we may seem to the others; they are wrong.
The emotions we feel do not correspond to those of the speakers.
Like ice and fire, we are.
Yin and Yang.
Night and day.
Moon and Sun.
But, on those rare occasions,
The dome of ice will begin to melt.
The ocean will overcome the cold,
And the cold will sink down, down, down, below...
The mask will evaporate.
And the warmth will creep in.
We will be ourselves, no longer having to live in the constant fear that we will be judged.
But every good beginning ends.
The ice will grow further,
The warmth will escape our grasped...
But that is ok.
We do not need the warmth to become fulfilled.
We can survive without it.
We are the ice.
They are the fire.
It will always be that way.
That is the way it will stay.
But that doesn't mean that none of us can change.
We are either guided by the
Great Lunar Lady,
or the Holy Solar Father.
I could be a Silent.
But, there is also the chance that I might be the speaker.
Merely living out the life as a silent.
Either way, we are the same.
There is no need for discrimination against each other.
We are who we choose to be.
There is no right, or wrong who we choose to be, though.
Keep that as a reminder, reader.
In the greatest of times,
should you need it.
