But what's there, always there/here, underneath, above, all around, and beyond the limits of any perceived noise?
The silence that is is not dependent on an opposite. Tumult cannot define silence.
If we know silence, all is heard.
Some time ago I heard Rupert Spira say something I thought worth writing down on a post-it note. Then I put it up in a place I don't often look. I was the great hunter today, wielding a fly swatter, when I found that note. It says, "Happiness is peace in motion. Peace is happiness at rest."
Edited by Alder Logs, 15 August 2018 - 11:46 PM.