Sometimes Silence Is the Best Language, and Words Are but a Burden

I will remain silent for a very long time on many issues. This "very long time" may be one year, or two, or longer.

Because I have come to know that sometimes silence is the best language, and words are but a burden. Ten thousand words all miss the mark; one silence is like a thunderclap. The dead silence of winter is often the herald of rolling spring thunder. When humanity has learned to exchange glances, it can manage without words.

The best is the worst, and the worst is the best. The world is like a great wheel, cycling endlessly, never stopping. So when bad days come, be patient and wait for the good days; and when good days come, prepare a little for the bad days.

While waiting, we can enjoy the scenery along the road, or read the books we love, conversing through them with the wise, and not squandering life. Our finite lives should be devoted to worthy causes, not wasted on meaningless things.

This is a silent spring; all things are quietly reviving. Nature, too, has learned silence—so why should we make a din?

Silence brings us so close to our own hearts, and silence brings us so close to nature. Humanity is the child of nature; we ought long ago to have returned to our mother's embrace. In a mother's arms, even without words there is happiness; a mother's wordless love is enough to soothe every wound in our hearts.

All beauty reveals itself in silence. Beauty will not vanish because anyone covers it; it is like the clouds in the sky, and as long as we quietly raise our heads, we can see it.

Since that is so, then let us wait in silence.