Sunday, March 4, 2012


Silence can be strained.
Silence can be golden.
Silence can be a relief.
Silence can be full of revenge and meanness and cold fury. You will never forget the accompanying thunder.

There is the silence of serenity that you can feel in the midst of the noisiest crowd of people, the crush of modern life, the mightiest thunderstorm. This silence comes from within and comes from knowing your own place in the world. You feel your center and almost nothing can take you from it. At least not very far for very long. This is the best silence of all. It is yours.

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