Silent Stones

On a walk in the rain today, after writing my column on Silence, I observed this small fall where the water was all movement and sound.  The stones, the boulders, simply stood silent.  Maybe there’s something in that?

“Before words defined and confined the direct experience of (Great Beauty?), what was there?  Was it Silence?”

“Does Religion Begin and End in Silence?” (Coming this week)

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