In praise of silence, the less said the better.
However.....let it be said that this is it. Nothing fancy. Nothing extraordinary.
The it that this is may be decorated differently moment to moment, now as the furnishings provided by the senses, now as the furnishings provided by the mind. But the decorations themselves are simply hung on the invisible fabric of this that is all there is.
Perhaps keeping silence is better - but it must be said that we LOVE the decorations - even to the exclusion of this that makes them visible. Just the other day I was captivated by..... And then there was..... What is captivating now?
Perhaps the less said the better, so we become captivated by silence, ever present in spite of the words, in spite of the story, in spite of ourselves - silence that interpenetrates all noise and its absence, all image, all sensation - silence that underlies not only the presence of content but the absence of content as well, even presence itself swallowed by silence.....
.....in praise of silence. That's all.
Joan Ruvinsky
Photo: Peter Bowers