Friday, September 21, 2012

Much Ado about Nothing.

As john Cage once said” I have nothing to say and I am saying it. Luis Borges also stated about Shakespeare’s Everything and Nothing, there was no one in him, once the last verse had been declaimed and the last man withdrawn from stage, unreality returns. Being entirely silent, offers clear proof that nothing is ever simply nothing, and we opt to remain silent. The mistake is to think silence does not require attention- but it does, saying nothing is the borderlands of silence. Just look at nature, if we could only imitate the way it operates, Silent changing patterns of cloud shadows and reflected sunlight on the sea. It thrills us and has a calming effect. As we contemplate the utter tedium and sometimes futility of our lives, we find that ours is a hostile relationship with the world at large. Words which are totally desolating evade us, like a waking shadow . Silence cannot be talked about; it is the core idea of innocence- which aims at returning the world weary visitor to a life of innocence. This can be achieved by the power of nostalgic silence, shorn of any bitterness. The trick is to convert (in silence ) regret for an unloved life, to go on living till you realize the labour of love that does not stand as idealistic – but alters when it finds alteration, or the compromises we end up making, to keep the relationship flowing. Syllables are drowned along with thoughts, - what if in mournful euphoria, we have slaughtered time. Sounds of Silence-

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