Silence, often comes at a price of being misunderstood. One is sometimes silent for the sheer lack of words to express. Maybe there is not just enough energy in the body and mind, or the mind is unable to understand its own state. Often one is questioned why, and then the mind grapples for the closest undigested answer in the fog, which is most of the time wrong. This divulged thought could lead to an unnecessary tussle between two minds trying to break and fathom, this gurgitated falsity.
Its queer how both silence and sound can be signs of confusion. One expressed and one depressed. I just let it be and just as the moon waxes and wanes, so will this feeling in its own due time. Some things are just beyond our understanding and letting them be is the best way to deal with them. Becoming ones own observer can be an interesting experience. This extended solitude better have a higher purpose and I can only hope that if it leads to insanity, it better come with brilliance in some form.
Signing off now from this mindless aimless post.
Image courtesy : http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/f/fuseli/08silenc.html
An oil on canvas by John Henry Fuseli, called Silence, painted between 1799 and 1801.
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painting silence on the canvas of experience...which color to choose?
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