Who knows what happens in the silence? It may last for seconds or minutes…but it feels like it stretches for days and weeks …months and years…decades, centuries, millennia, and eons…this eternal silence that floods the world and drenches all the spaces that we occupy.
As long as the loudness continues all is well – the screech
of traffic, the screams of a baby, the yelling and fighting of lovers, and the
blare of televisions on every street and neighborhood of the world.
Silence scares me more than any other noise that can be
conjured, because in the silence walls are formed, plans are schemed, loves are
lost, and tears form and fall. Silence rips a man apart and drives a woman into
insanity. It has no form, no function, and no purpose, and it holds your life
as a ransom.
What is this future silence that awaits us? I no longer believe
in the heavenly choirs, harps strumming, and choruses of angels (I would much
rather hear screaming guitars if I had to choose), so the prospect of silence
is the most deafening and frightening punishment that we could receive.
When I try to fill the silence with noise, it never seems to
satisfy. But it is something, when silence always feels like nothing. Silence is the
enemy of all that is good. Silence betrays us and sends into darkness.
In silent prayer my demons rear their ugly heads and every mistake
that I have ever made floats to the surface. I do not hear the heavenly hosts
and supreme beings sending down their sonnets; no marching orders or the recipe
for peace. I only hear silence. I am beginning to think that is the standard
reply of the gods.
When the silence screams louder than the voices of men, when
even music cannot drown out its roar, when it overpowers preachers and
soothsayers and prophets, and drowns out the intelligent ramblings of the wise,
madness is just around the corner.
I hope someday I can embrace the silence and make it my
friend. But for now it haunts me, taunts me, and overpowers my lucid dreams. Silence
is the enemy of my peace. Silence is the finality and fate of us all.
So, silence, you have nothing to say in your defense? Just
as I thought.
