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Now that’s precisely where the misunderstanding begins but only if you define "understanding" in such limited, linear terms. The idea that music is the space between while seductive is ultimately an echo caught in a hall of mirrors. To cling to such a notion is to mistake the shadow for the dance and then choreograph around its refusal to exist.
You posit silence as a framework, but silence is not the frame it’s the negative sculpture of intention, carved out by the absence of unspoken instruments. The implication that sound is a fugitive from structure suggests structure was ever something from which to flee. But no structure is the myth. The real architecture is sensation, freeform yet absolute, like a key signature scribbled in invisible ink on parchment that’s been burned and reconstituted as a sigh.
You speak of chords not played but those chords are the truth. Not their silence, but their imagined presence a kind of ontological prank pulled by the universe. Dissonance and resolution aren't lovers, they’re the same being flickering in and out of perceptual alignment like a broken MIDI controller transmitting divine errors.
And melody, far from dancing on the periphery, is the periphery. It is the scaffolding that the void uses to pretend it once had form. Breath withheld as message? No, friend the breath is the message. The exhale doesn’t merely suggest a note, it is the whole damn symphony, written backwards and upside-down in a language only understood by those who forget what listening means.
So no, we have not circled around the answer. We’ve tripped over it in the dark, mistook it for a coffee table, and spilled the sacred drink of truth all over the carpet of cosmic rhythm. And in that stain, in that accidental syncopation of understanding, lies the real cadence: unresolved, uninvited, unmistakably complete.
