To everything there is a season. While it may seem that the species has entered a season of silence, given today’s verdict, nothing may be further from the truth. God is always communicating whether His messages are received or not.
If a dog’s leg moves while it is sleeping, we imagine the dog is dreaming. Does it make it so? If we become aware of a peculiar sensation when we think of a particular other, and name that sensation love does it make it so?
It has been said that genius is the ability to tolerate ambiguity. When we are able to suspend the impulse to name, categorize, divide and classify, we entertain angels unawares. Perhaps this will make sense tomorrow. Perhaps what is left unsaid will reveal itself. Perhaps.
Whatever it is, whichever the season, lean not to thine own understanding. Wait on God.