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  • At night it gets to complete silence here at the lake. SILENCE: no loon, no human, no crickets and no crows anymore. I lie there and listen to the silence. I do that before I fall asleep. I wonder if I should listen to one of my podcasts before sleeping, my favorite: the weekly Philosophical Radio from Cologne in Germany. But no, I decide, every single night: not even the most profound of Philosophy can equal what the silence brings me to.

    I wake up several times during the night to that same silence, not even tiny waves hitting the shore or soft raindrops on the roof. I do get some scary thoughts then: How will it be when I see even less? How will it be when Death finally comes to me?

    but it does not grow into an anxiety attack, I do fall asleep again and then, at six in the morning the first light reaches me through the uncovered window and this morning the sky started burning in RED and what could I probably worry about with such a glorious sight?

    Burntside Lake, Ely
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