When all words are gone, pointless and repetative.
When silence is the only cure to the empty meanings of ours.
Is it time to dust off these old cabinets of ours, or is it too late?
Are we surviving on echoes from the past?
Did we simply loose the ability to be present?
Are we so afraid of change that we choose silence instead?
Are we so afraid of lonelyness that we suffer in silence instead?
A Choice of Silence