You come seeking truth, yet retreat unsatisfied when silence is offered to you.

Words or no words; speech or no speech; would thou be satisfied if you were lectured for a thousand years?

Sentences give way to punctuation; speech gives way to silence.

Those who do not pause for breath, know not of what they speak.


Speak, but do not lecture,
Listen, but do not be absorbed,
Master the senses, but do not forget,
That there is no more contained in speech,
Than the silence that gives rise to it.

*Only after I had absorbed generations of wisdom from near and far, past and present, did I realise the joke that those minds were playing.
Only after this, do I realise I am no more than the paper on which they wrote, and their words contained no more meaning, than the meaning contained within a blade of grass, or the song of a bird on an autumn morning.