What? What? I can't hear you; oh I am sorry you said nothing.
Was that nothing the key to all we need to know?
Silence, silence and the beating of our own heart: does its silence scare you? Do you miss what is being said without words when you fill the silence to keep the “boogieman” away from your own head?
Therapists talk; some more and some less but they all talk.
How much good work could a mute do in his silence?
Silence heals; every word pushes the real stuff farther away.
What? What? I can't hear you; oh I am sorry you said nothing.
Sweet, sweet healing silence that is always with us and seldom loved.
Silence—listening, silence—listening, silence embraces all in its warm transparent cloak.
Silence.
