listening is an art. but how do we listen when the one speaking often speaks not with words or actions? in fact, there’s a chance that he speaks with absolutely nothing. we stand in the hope that we will one day hear a clear voice, telling us the direction we must trod and giving us a map defining our lives in a fell swoop of inspiration. but most days, his voice is like the whisper of the wind, gently tugging at the tails of our coats, not a strong gust pushing us forward into our destiny. that is something we choose for ourselves.