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White Noise
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter.
-John Keats
"Ode on a Grecian Urn" (1820)
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
Virginibus Puerisque (1881)
The pulses had been journeying for years through the great
dark between the stars. Occasionally, they would intercept
an irregular cloud of gas and dust, and a little of the
energy would be absorbed or scattered. The remainder
continued in the original direction. Ahead of them was |
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