Silence can have various meanings.
I had a friend whose life, at least the latter part of it, was marked by silence. Phone calls, emails and letters to him received no response. Knocks on his front door went unanswered. Those of us who were his friends would report that he had been seen buying some dried pasta and a jar of sauce, that someone saw him standing on a street corner, that he had been spotted going down into the subway. We were following his life vicariously. But he withdrew so successfully that no one was exactly sure of when he died!
Like many things in Life silence can have various meanings. There is a silence which is a withdrawal from Life, a refusal to engage with it. And then there is a silence that is a concentrated presence in much the way a lioness crouches before she pounces! I have often noticed…
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