If a tree falls in a forest, it
was not sound. You didn't
hear a thing, you
were there, on the scene
- in the way, and
to say. "It didn't make
a sound! I'd have ducked, dodged,
run away otherwise," resolutely refusing
to blame your earbuds, maintaining a cracking,
groaning, giving-way tree ought to out-racket
anything on your playlist, therefore:
It was silent. You're perfectly confident
you are competent to swear
on the truth in the matter. The proverbial treefall
did not make a sound.
If a tree falls in a forest
and it kills the only witness,
is it any of our business?
Well. In memory of the thing,
now definitively settled,
Let us have one minute's silence.