Submission #1
In starting this I am at a loss for what to say. Do I talk about the fact that good tortured, or otherwise, is still good? Do I say something that I erroneously think is profound about the balance that is good/evil? I think not.
Better humans than I have philosophized about that balance and how it has come to pass. I sit in the gray cubicle that is my work space staring at the pictures of my friends and family as I hear women in the cubicle next to me chatter.
Chatter. Now that's something that is more evil than good and something I can speak of. It is endless chatter that seems to hold people enthralled. You hear it walking around campus, downtown, in your own home. Snippets that make no more sense to you than to the individuals speaking them…
"He was, like, I told you so, and I was all like, no you didn't."
"Hey girlie, what's up?"
(crying) "I can't, Mom. There's no time."
We've allowed the chatter to steal our time. At least, I think so.
What ever happened to silence and listening? I can recall too many moments where I've witnessed people chatter in order to break the 'uncomfortable silence.' Unless someone's passed gas recently sitting still in silence isn't uncomfortable. It's an opportunity. It's time where we can think all alone, unless you've little voices inside your head, in that case, seek medical attention immediately.
Silence is a chance, a golden chance, to just be. I wonder what type of people we'd be if instead of encountering, constantly, a stream of chatter, we experienced a stream of silence. Would we pick up on people's emotions better? Would we realize that the way we breathe can influence how we feel? Would we study the way that the stars look at night without the glow of the cell phone held to our ear disrupting it?
Or would we go slowly insane under the false impression that without the endless chatter we are nothing, and therefore no one?
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