The endlessness of the extent of that whistle resulted, without a doubt, also in an enormous metaphysical knowledge of the art of whistling, which mingled, not just with the hearing of people, but extended, in an incisive manner, to the depths of their souls, the protected corner where each one hid their things- that frightening cave, which many call the centre of their being. Ondjaki
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The quote above are the words of a master whistler, who is also a master of languages, science, philosophy, literature, politics, and many other fields. This quotation expresses that whistling can not only be art, but can be an extension of all human knowledge. It is a universal language, which every person understands. It must be understood by both the ear and the mind, but it can also be experienced on a more personal level.

Source: The Whistler

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