The definition of the word 'silence' is that it is a condition in which there are no sounds to be heard. And indeed, it was like that. There was an overwhelming silence in the laboratory. Nothing bubbling, , no scraping of pen, or tapping the keyboard. Nothing. It was all so PAINFULLY silent. Purely theoretically, of course. As the cannonade of sounds moved straight to the head Gibsons head.
All his life he had one love. He immersed himself in it, melted, it was his one and only obsession. He would give every bit of himself for her, after all, he already subjected her most of his life. Knowlege. The most powerful of all weapons - so important and so undervalued. He once thought that this is the only thing that he could fully devote himself to, the only one that he could love so much. And he believed in it. Really believed with all his withered, logical heart. Until the day someone showed him that it could be otherwise. That the world may be more than just a tangle of chemical reactions and biological chains. And it truly was unexpected. As an intelligent person, Gibson felt that he have already seen plenty of spectacular things and almost nothing was able to surprise him. But he was told to open his eyes anyway. Only this time for the beauty of the world. At the beginning it was hard to see the beauty of the waterfall - he could see the chemical structures. Or the majesty of mountains, while he was looking for minerals. It was hard to look at the beauty of animals - all he could see were their biological predispositions. In short: His great mind was not able to see the small things. They were useless, and therefore insignificant. At least that it what he used to think.
But one day the storm bursted into his lab. Loud, fiery, absorbing all together. The storm spun him, asked a few insignificant ,from the point of view of a scientist, questions and when Gibson answered, it vanished through the door. And amazingly, the only thing left after the storm was emptiness. The storm's name was Otto. And somehow that was the day when he noticed the sun shining splendor. How leaves falling from the tree danced in the breeze. How wonderful flowers in the park looked, and how good it felt when a stranger smiled at him.
And then Gibson thought about his greatest love - now strangely faded and dry. And through his mind he flashed a strange idea that maybe he loves something else, something more. He was not entirely sure what, until the moment he remembered the storm bursting into his lab.