Another day, another (silent) slay

Do you ever speak to much and then feel like face palm Spiderman over here?


I sure know I do. I sometimes talk so much I just give myself a headache. I guess it’s a combination of loving sharing ideas, hypothesising and an intense sense of anxiety for awkward silences. Often it seems like silence is a form of self control or a kind of super power you’d get from being bitten by a radioactive quiet bug. It’s not really that difficult though. The trick is to silently challenge every single person you meet to the quiet game until they crack. “Victory” you can whisper to yourself.


And now a little special something from, resource and reflections on hermits and solitude (I kid you not):

Kahlil Gibran: On Talking, from The Prophet

Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931) composed in a lyric style both modern and full of ancient poetic sensibility. In The Prophet, listeners ask the prophet for words on given subjects.

ON TALKING from “The Prophet” (1923)

“And then a scholar said, Speak of Talking.

And he answered, saying:
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear; For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered when the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.”


Also, look at this:



Strongs! Listen to this if you need more inspiration:

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