The Quiet Things

“It is such a quiet thing, to fall. But far more terrible is to admit it.” -Kreia/Darth Traya

If a tree falls but no one hears it, does the tree truly fall?

How is it that such small things have the greatest impact?

These echoes of the past hold everything.

And yet we refuse to listen.

Is it ignorance?

Is it our nature?

That I do not know.

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