No other sense can draw you in or herald the warning sound like silence. Why then do we tremble in the quiet when we could be in cadence with the harmony?

There is nothing more beguiling than noise, a generation enslaved to the cacophony of chaos. It is an evil design and one we have embraced in the age of technology under the guise of advancement. I say we are poorer now than we have ever been.

We are falling asleep under the clash, returning again and again to the flash…to see. When we are all blind. Blind to the infernal racket, to the perpetual gong ringing in our ears until we no longer hear. We are all bound now to this two form beast. Like the sleep of death it pours over us in our misguided world until we are left staggering.

If only the silence could pierce through. There could you breathe. Morning is there in the silence. The eternal wheels of heaven moving in the constellations translucent and clear as glass.

The sound of silence could be your guide. You could fall into the ‘unsound,’ into the vacancy. You could listen, believe, speak, and be filled with true desire.

Sometimes in the silence there are shadows, some parts we have neglected and have left us void, but do not be fooled to think the noise drowns out those parts, they burn there slowly.

Noise has an appetite that will never be filled. The intent is distraction until it wears you down, or exalts you to some eponymous throne. Either way you are tethered.

Today may you sit in silence and let the deep wave envelope you. May you stand more clearly in your view. May the silence lessen the compulsion of noise.

No other sense can draw you in like silence.