Silence is a type of beauty and oblivion. It says everything and nothing. It walks the line between understanding and incomprehension. When silence rings, the people in the vicinity of its sounding triumph rarely recognize the magnificence it instills. Silence cannot be created; it cannot be replicated; it can only exist. And in its existence people find redemption and damnation.
I think people try to fill every silence they can with noise. I think we're afraid of what silence can bring. It is the purgatory before judgment, the presence in reflection, and the death-bed of the living. Silence gives us a time to look back on who we were or what we've done and if the musings are unfavorable then we would be flawed. People hate being flawed. Silence is the humbler of perfection. There is never any applause or jeering when silence reigns. The truth is no one's perfect, and I know that's the banner of every parent pep-talk but its the truth. People get way to caught up in being the best that they forget to just stop and admire silence. Silence is one of the only things man cannot create. It is the lack of man's presence that creates silence. I think we're envious of its control over us. We can never beat it. It something that most people take for granted, but truly miss when it disappears.
