SIlence

“And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

I stand still in that graveyard. I’m not sure if the silence is fear made, or respect due.  It deafens me when I listen to it attentively. The rose in my hand is growing darker. I still can’t understand why to bring flowers to those who deceased. Does it contain the seed of life? The ground beneath me becomes drier, probably in thirst for water. The wind stops blowing, and the soundlessness takes over! I’m apprehensive that it’s prepared to engulf me, regardless the normalized atmosphere around me.

If the sound is the matter, then the silence is the anti-matter. Long ago, very long and very ago, when there was no time, no mass, no universe, and no sound, a massive explosion happened. And since then, the universe is filled with the noise of The Big Bang. It’s scattered all through the universe. The cosmic microwave background radiation is an evidence of our universe age, and its expansion. It first was noticed incidentally as a constant, low, and mysterious noise in Bell Labs' Horn Antenna. This antenna, which was operated by Penzias and Wilson, was supposed to receive detect some radio waves after elimination all other sources of noise. What was left is the white noise of TVs or radios; the microwave radiation. In the end, the Big Band didn’t only scatter an enormous matter, but also released a tremendous blast of radiation, or in the common tongue noise!

What does quietness serve? In Middle East traditions, when a man proposes to a girl, her muteness means approval. Poor girl, she’s too shy to speak a word, or disclose rejection probably. I can’t understand if the females here are really debilitated. Oh, I prefer to speak more about those creatures in another blog. Sometimes, the silence means a big no. Rejection or objection can’t be expressed easily in such communities. I want to reject traditions, a lot of superstitious believes, and maltreatment. Yet, I better to enclose these opinions silently, and then take them along with me to the grave. Indeed an extended argument regarding the methods of change can be discussed over here. Is it possible to impose the change by applying it only? Otherwise, is it possible change can be produced only by words and noise? An old Arabic verb states: “I hear a noise of arms, yet I don’t see the army.”

Before I stood in the graveyard, they asked for a moment of silence. It’s the wisdom to give each individual a moment to pray or show respect in his or her own beliefs. I went into silence seeking the universal power which could take over the humans' bodies. I bet such power is silent and stealth too, because nobody before death shouted: “I’m dying.” Though, asking for water is an indication of death approaching. Soon, during the moment of silence, I felt endangered, because it really distresses me. I can understand why humans keep humming, talking to oneself, or turning the TV on, just to avoid the sense of danger which impulse by quietness.  

Indeed such an act is very profound. I presume that every great act of human beings was escorted by silence. Though, I’m sure the dialogue inside was very noisy. That moment which takes a man, in swiftness faster than the speed of sound, toward the hidden idea within silence? “To be creative, and thoughtful, you shall speak less” I’m full of rubbish, like after writing for three years, what have I established? At the end of the day, I’m not going to start from zero. I’ll just try another way to be a great human being, a remarkable individual.

My recent wordless period was a strong shield. Silence to keep dignity! Keep calm, and shut up! So, I just kept the golden piece to the last paragraph, as usual. For sure, I had enough time to rearrange my army, my thoughts, and come with more talk. Ironically, I expect some people to be scared of my speechlessness. I’m really sorry if this whole entry was dull, but it was ridiculous how I kept talking about silence, while I shall stay silent…  

The picture: speechless by Alicechan