Posted on: June 29, 2012
No more words! A funny thing for a writer to demand. Not for an artist or a composer, necessarily. But it’s a strange call coming from an author, who obviously depends on words for his/her brick and mortar.
Silence. The fear of. The desire for. The demand, the scream, the crying out loud. Stop!!!
“Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.”
— Ludwig Wittgenstein
“The silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.”
— Blaise Pascal
When asked the fourteen unanswerable questions, the Buddha remained silent.
Chatter. Is it an escape from mortality? Do we talk, write, think in language to avoid silence? And do we associate silence, consciously, unconsciously, with death?
If we remain silent, and do everything we can to avoid thinking in language, but still hear other humans, we can not avoid thinking in words.…