The Voice

Friends, what does it matter if the world hears our voices?  We all belong to each other. Your voice is here, mine is here, as wild, small, and equal in worth as any other.

The voice is in your heart and so the world’s heart knows it, as surely as you know the heart of the world and hear its voice also, as surely as there is perfect stillness in the eye of every storm.

The line is cast before the coming of a great fish.  A sudden tug is felt through our hands, and our withered husks give rise to something new.

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