� 2001-2006 by Shiloh
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I know it's late and if you're reading this close to the time this is posted, then I'm sure you're tired as all get out. But just take a moment and listen around you. Turn your tv or CD player off and just listen. If you're reading this during the day, if you can, take five minutes from your busy schedule as well and just listen. What do you hear?
I hear varying degrees of silence. If I sit still long enough and quit typing...I hear my own breathing above Jon's computer game in the distance, the ticking of the clock on my wall, the hum of the computer, the house as it settles even more comfortably on its foundation.
People equate silence with the lack of noise. To a point that's true. But is it ever really silent wherever we are? Away from the hubbub of the city it's supposed to be silent, right? What about the cacophony(sp?) of insects, night animals--coyotes and such? People think the country quiet, but is that (the insects and animals) considered quiet? What is silence then? People also forget they attach traits to silence: dead silence, a comfortable silence, a palpable silence. Without consciously knowing it I think we recognize silence isn't complete. Oh, it may be quiet wherever we are, but underneath that fine veiling are sounds that never quite stop. A breeze rustles through the leaves. The crickets chirp as the sun sets beyond the horizon leaving fingers of brillant pink, peach and lavender that deepen into twilight. You're so scared from a nightmare or of someone who's after you, you can feel as well as hear your heart beating in the silence you surround yourself with in trying to listen for the adversary.
So, now that you're really listening, what do you hear?
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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
~William Shakespeare~
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