Paul Simon was on to something deep in the 60's.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I
"You do not know, silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence.
Alas, our own machinations have ushered the Age of Mute.
We must pray for a divine egress.
A way out of from Desert Lull and unto the springs of River Conversation.
We begin by allowing the Speech of God to pry us out from our delusional chatter.