“Silence reveals itself in a thousand inexpressible forms: in the quiet of dawn, in the noiseless aspiration of trees towards the sky, in the stealthy descent of night, in the silent changing of the seasons, in the falling moonlight, trickling down into the night like a rain of silence, but above all in the silence of the inward soul – all these forms of silence are nameless: all the clearer and surer is the word that arises out of and in contrast to the nameless silence.”
~Max Picard (from The World of Silence)
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