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Silence. When you don't say anything but everything you didn't want to say is heard. When you hold your tongue but everything is understood or rather misunderstood. When there are no xanga posts for over a month. But if anything, silence is definitely not golden.
Sometimes I just don't want to talk. Then it happens, a sort of shut down, a closing of the mind - a sort of blank out. Then not only is there silence from me, there is silence in me. As if the cogs in the machine had stopped turning, the bells and whistles stopped humming and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence. I hear without listening and I talk without speaking. There are times when I cannot snap out of this in time and my voiceless messages deliver their malevolent dispatches. 'Alas it is too late and the system fails to keep up, like a helpless animal lying limp as paralytic venom seeps into every sinew, saps strength and confines the will to the mind unable to act. And as those fangs come piercing through the flesh, the prison of the mind wonders what err produced such a fate. A personal flaw or was this just a natural foible and myself a common victim.
"Fools," I said, "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.
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You need the ANTIDOTE!!! God didn't give you those particular spiritual gifts so you realize your powerlessness. He gave them to you, partly, to remind you that He is with you.