Profound.

I’m in search of this “silence” right now. I’ve removed every unnecessary clock, every device that makes some sort of tone or chime. I covered up all the loud screams of time with tape. I’ve removed pictures and anything else that can collect dust and donated every item I pulled out of storage that I forgot I had and every thing else I hadn’t touched in a year.

I now have clean quiet walls, shelves and desk top and counters. I tell time by the sun, light and the arrival of the mail.

And I have more time to think now, in my new sanctuary of silence.

Arresting.

Robert, you do the introspective contemplation well, my friend. The thing I like most about this piece is that it has a very nice flow to it; poetic and insightful. You build the world of peace so nicely that even as the reader I read quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence. []o)

I love the appreciation of the silence even though it is a shock. I believe a lot of people would stomp their feet around their house if there was no other noise because all that silence would bother them. Sometimes, silence is nice. And it’s a shame that we can’t enjoy more of it. But it certainly would be shocking at first.