Now each man's individual song, that he sings in secret with the Spirit of God, blends also in secret with the unheard notes of every other individual song. Who follows another, follows nothing, finds nothing, nay is inquisitive after nothing. I am becoming aware that with words ambiguous feelings enter into my life. Many people ask me to speak, but nobody as yet has invited me for silence. Still, I realize that the more I speak, the more I will need silence to remain faithful to what I say.
People expect too much from speaking, too little from silence.
All else is but restlessness. A search for the simple. The eternal silence of infinite spaces terrifies me. A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another's. Listening to both sides of the story will convince you that there is more to a story than both sides.