The extended periods of time that are lost when I have nothing to say here, on this web site, are not unlike the brief but seemingly eternal and awkward silences that I usually endure when I’m with someone. Silence may be golden when compared with cacaphony, but when there’s something that could be said and time passes without saying it, then silence can be a bad thing. In some cases, even fatal. Usually, though, it’s just somewhat uncomfortable. When working long hours in complete silence, it can be quite maddening. The sound of silence is the sound of one’s thoughts??? peace and quietwar and noisiness???? a moment of silence for those who have been silenced??? silent night, holy nightloud days, evil days?

I reject silence when I can??? such vaccuums of the audibile, I abhor??? for when I give up silence, I get a chance at salience.

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