The word silence isn’t silence, just as love and peace aren’t love and peace.
Writing them and saying them is a little like hoping the train will come.
The train might arrive. It might not. No hope can bind it.
What is silence? What are love and peace?
How can we know, unless we surrender ourselves?
How can we know, unless we are the living embodiment of each?
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