Actually, I think I already understand your silence quite well, if you know what I mean. I am a rather charred moth myself.
But in the chaotic and tumultuous wasteland that threads such as these inevitably become, your words are as clear and refreshing as cool spring water. Even in the driest desert, there can be an oasis.
And perhaps that's why, after so many nights of circling too close to the flame, when darkness falls again, we dust the soot off our wings, gather our strength and take flight toward the candle yet again.
Because in doing so, we draw closer to that which we seek: the light of truth.