Dean Smith

One Hand Clapping Dean Smith

In the distance, the rumbling of the earth could be heard. A primal snap was felt, as though the bonds holding creation and destruction together had released. In the sharp rain of splintered power that followed, there rose a bubble. The liquid membrane pulsated with sounds and rhythms that seemed familiar, as though emanating from an ancient culture. Yet there was also a newness and strangeness which permeated the air, filling the mind with hope and foreboding. It then happened. Vibrations that could not be heard or felt tickled the ears. Their waves danced through the brain, triggering a realization that you were hearing what could not be heard, sounds within a message that was never sent. These are the sounds of One Hand Clapping.