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Quite honestly, I feel like I have been on a quest for silence my whole life although I was born into a loud suburban city. As a child, I'd compulsively lock myself in a quiet place whenever I had the chance- at school or at home or wherever I was. I could feel the trepidation in my parents and siblings or my colleagues when they'd approach the silence I consistently tried to be one with. After spending time in quiet places, I can understand how my entire being can embody the silence. I believe we underestimate the power of the auditory sense. True sensitivity- the sensitivity of being alive, fully conscious- can only be touched when the channels to both silence and sound are open.