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Silence

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Robert Rauschenberg, White Painting [three panel], 1951

I do not know which to prefer,   
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
Wallace Stevens

I hear it first thing in the morning. Though it’s not really silence. There’s the whir of the fan, the slowly ticking clock. It’s not so much the absence of sound that defines silence, but a moment when the second hand slows the spinning Earth and creates an expansiveness of time. Not just on the borderlands of waking and sleeping, we cross the threshold into this broad space more often than we realize. Usually artists take us there.