Far or Near (The Rhythms of Being) I have crossed beyond silence, not as one who departs, but as silence itself learning how to walk. I have crossed dimensions unknown to mathematics, yet known to the trembling of the soul when time beats like a weary heart in the chest of the universe. One step – was life, one pause – was death, one breath – resurrection. Thus I walked, from distance to closeness, from closeness to loss, until I understood that the path leads nowhere else but to the self. Distances I drew near not with steps, but with meaning; I held them within my mind like stars that cannot be touched, yet guide with love. Some closeness I let drift away those that beat outside my rhythm, those whose bodies were near but whose absence lived within. My true friends are far in space, yet close in the rhythm of living: our hearts beat within the same interval of time, even when the universe separates us by c...