There are noises, that don’t away, when I say noise I mean the things that don’t resolve resulting in alliteration in your quiet humdrum of life. I‘ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. it has a quality and a dimension all its own
For words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the earth and seduce the soul. In the final analysis words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures when ninety-nine percent of the time totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions and judge by them.
Look at a modern hospital. It is like Grand central station—all noise and hubbub and is filled with smoking people thankfully the physicians don’t smoke within the hospital premises any more, nurses, orderlies, patients, visitors, in symphonic dialogues simultaneously. Soft drinks and coffee vending machines on every floor and everybody guzzles these popular poisons. The stench of chemicals offends the nose, while tranquilizers substitute for quietness.
We would then like to sit silently watch the world around us. This unfortunately takes a lifetime to learn. It appears only the old are able to sit next to each other and not say anything and still feel contented. The young brash and impatient must always break the silence it is a waste for silence is pure. Silence i holy it draws people together because those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.”