The Meaning of Silence
If you go into a place of very great quiet and stay there for a while, you become aware first of all of the individuality, the identity perhaps, of any sound that penetrates it. If the silence is deep enough we may hear a watch tick. In a quiet library, the turning of a page, the scratch of pencil on paper, are separate, distinctive, sounds. They identify themselves to us, they have a personality. They are beautiful.
When I was a kid, I used to spend hours in the library, dipping into books, choosing which ones to take home and which ones to skim quickly and leave behind. These days, prolonged silence has a tendency to make me restless. (via TMN)
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