Some three and a half decades ago I took lessons in silence. I learnt to listen to its special qualities, one of which is, of course, never quite being real silence. I leant to hold back when bubbles of noise surfaced, understanding the wisdom of sometimes letting those bubbles burst themselves. And I learnt how to know when they would not burst of their own accord and how to ensure they would not grow beyond reasonable dimensions.
It's fascinating the degree to which silence upsets people, often without them realising that this is the case.
I could listen to it all day.
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