Silence
and a deeper silence
when the crickets
hesitate
Leonard Cohen ~ The Spice Box of Earth
Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world. ~Voltaire
The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop! When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
~ Bertolt Brecht, Selected Poems
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter. ~Nietzsche
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, of fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations. ~Anaïs Nin