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Silence
Silence.... We are afraid of silence. It is confronting - even distressing. As I drive to work, I turn off the radio. I unplug from a force-field of a million voices, a million songs and the urgency of more.
Silence is not an absence of something. It is eloquent. No more the press of news, the economy, politics, sport, the morning DJ or adverts for a new dishwasher or an “escape” to some turquoise isle threatened by the rising sea. I enter. Gone is the urgency of this morning’s patients, that phone call, that referral, that drug dose I need to check. They all recede. An ebbing tide reveals the drying strand of my consciousness. I sail my boat in silence too. The sea joins me to Eternity; that still small voice. I park my VW next to that same Porsche; less is more beside more is less. I face the day. I bear within the cool of silence.
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Silence opens us up to new possibilities. We channel energy to renew our souls.
Our coffins will find us silent and will be silent inside. The womb was silent too.
Silence has reigned since the Beginning and will be there at the End.
It is only we who fear it as it reminds us of whence we came and whither we go.
So do not ask for whom the bells tolls. It tolls for thee.
We therefore need a time and place to plug ourselves in to this energy source lest we end up a husk.
Silence is not a place but a state of being. It is not an absence but a presence.
Stuff chokes silence and modernity abounds in stuff.
Silence confronts.