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Yoshio wakes up to the sound of his neighbor's dog barking and misses the quiet. He walks to school early and the classroom feels different without anyone in it. As he reads, he forgets who he is. Suddenly, he hears complete silence and realizes that silence has always been there, patiently waiting for him. The concept of "ma," meaning "in between" in Japanese, relates to every aspect of life. Silence is sacred and important. This story highlights the importance of stopping and listening, reflecting in moments of silence. It teaches us to keep our ears open and take in every sound, even the sound of nothingness. A few sound effects of dog barking in a distance. The next morning, Yoshio woke up to his neighbor's dog barking and barking, oh no. He had missed the silence. Quiet, quiet. Hello, darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. Yoshio walked to school early. His sisters whizzled by on the way to the park, screeching Yoshio's name. Hey, oh Yoshio, hey, lo and behold, Yoshio's out. Bells ringing SFX placed carefully and symmetrically right at this single frame. Where was silence? He kept wandering. He goes looking for it. Yoshio heard the creak of the school gates as he pulled, as he pulled them open. SFX of door creaking slowly, but not that scary. No one was at school yet. Empty classroom. He put on his inside shoes and listened as they shuffled on the shiny floor. The classroom felt different, without anyone in it. It's so quiet, quiet. Because of vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping. He sat at his desk by the window and he pulled out his book. The book is also about him. He loved this story, and as he read, as he read, he forgot what he is and where he was. Quiet, quiet. Who am I? He's asking himself internally. Suddenly, in the middle of the page 11, he heard it. No strange noise. No sounds of footsteps. No people chattering. No radios. No music. No bamboo. And no kotos is being tuned. Who am I? In Japanese. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of ma silence. In a short moment, Yoshio couldn't even hear the sound of his own breath. Everything felt still inside him, peaceful feeling, like the garden after it snowed, like feather-stuffed futons drying in the sun. Silence has been there all along. It's always there, patiently waiting for you, Oshi, to rediscover it ever again. It has been there between the thumps of his boots when he ran, when the wind stopped for a moment in the bamboo grove. At the end of the letter N, the family's meal now ends, when everyone was so meaningful. After the water finished draining from his bath, Yoshio drifted in Tokyo streets, and even before the koto player's music began, and hovering in the air, right after it began to end, koto player's music. And in the naked light, I saw ten of thousand people, maybe more. It was in the between and underneath every other sound, and it has been there all along. Ma, the word ma means in between in Japanese. The concept of ma is something that relates to every aspect of life. It has been described as a pause in time, like this one. Like this one. Like this one. Like this one. Ma. Ma. An interval or emptiness in space. Ma heads space, for example. Ma is the fundamental time and space from which life needs to grow. Silence in physical form and non-physical form. Ma. Ma. Ma. We respect this space of silence. The silence reside in between. Emptiness in space. It is a sacred and important part of our living. Emptiness in space. People talking without speaking. People hearing without listening. Mean the meaning. Wow, I have so many thought after reading this book. It's such a beautiful piece of art. I mean, first and foremost, I'm a little emotional. I meaningly meaning. Mean the meaning. That leave a deep meaning. What a profound story about silence. It's really amazing that this story is really high, plights the importance of stopping and listening and really taking a moment to reflect. Because when we're listening in a moment of silence, I feel like we are in the moment of reflection. Reflection of silence. Self-reflect. Sun. I meaningly meaning. Mean the meaning. And in these moment of reflection, we discover things about ourselves. We listen to the world around us. People writing songs that voices never share. No one dared. Disturb the sound of Maya reflection. I think this book is really teaching us to keep our ears open, our eyes shut close for a moment and to just take in every single sound, including the sound of nothing. Nothingness. How does it sound? The in-between space of the editing of this video. Yoshio Story Part 2. The meaning of my silent word. Hey, oh, Yoshio. Hey, lo and behold. Yoshio Story Part 3. How does it sound? For instance, the emptiness gap between two short clips. I think that's really, really profound and really important to think about. Hey, Monday. How do you love me now? Hey, lo and behold. Yoshio Story Part 4. Yoshio Story Part 5. Yoshio Story Part 6. Yoshio Story Part 7.
