The Transmission

To an unexpected recipient, a reflection on pause

 
Suddenly, I understand something essential: 

I do not need a reader!

Why would I?
For applause? For recognition of the content?
No. That’s not the point.

I am not a performer. I am not a messenger awaiting reply.
I am a transmitter.

I create waves in the Universe—gestures, phrases, fragments of coherence.
Whether anyone is on the other side to receive them… that is unknowable.

Physicists remind us:
If no recipient is defined, no information is transferred.
The signal may exist, but without reception, it remains unconfirmed, a simple nose.
We cannot predict who will catch it, or when, or how.

But perhaps that’s not failure.
Perhaps that is freedom.

To transmit without demand.
To gesture without grasp.
To offer without expectation.

So let’s transmit.
Not for response, but for resonance.
Not for audience, but for alignment.
Not for permanence, but for presence.

Let the signal ripple outward.
Let the stone warm in the pocket of time.
Let the wave be enough.