Remember the peace there may be in silence...
Silence possesses excellent acoustics, echoing thoughts in every corner of our mind with architectural precision.
Silence is free of gravity. In silence, objects are not limited to their weight or shape; they float and tumble in our head, chaotically synchronized.
Silence can be a fertile soil for personal gardening and growth, as well as an uninhabited desert for experimental annihilation of self.
Silence is honest. In it we face ourselves with brutal directness; we can’t lie or run away.
Silence is brave, for it is tempting to fill it with distraction and commotion, chasing away our inner voice.
Silence is porous. Memories flow down its surface, snagging and stretching against abrasive edges, trickling into dark craters. Silence is unpredictable in where it will take us, what it will force to the surface or bury under its heavy blanket.
Silence can kill - slowly and torturously. Silence can heal and provide solace. Silence, along with time, is the greatest teacher, as long as we have the courage and humility to learn.