Listening to the silence

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When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion, it glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water.  Its color is silver.  And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it.  The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking.  Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.

~ Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water