Sometimes silence falls, things slow down and I don't know whether to welcome them or to worry about my lack of eloquence. I miss silence. I miss comfortable silence. It seems like I've come to a country of noise, of endless chattering, and silence loses its value. I miss the pause, for thoughts to sink in, for thoughts to arise, the pause of genuine emotions. It is like entering into a world where silence has to be actively conquered and covered every instant. Silence is mistaken for glumness, silence is mistaken for sullenness, silence is mistaken for inarticulateness, silence is mistaken for a lack of thoughts. Silence is first disliked, feared then being wiped out, by noise, music, words, small talks, anything. It is like a people who is so afraid of the dark, they dare not close their eyes to sleep. Sometimes it feels like that, this exhaustion. For, I feel that all our inner worlds are silent and dark, and out of that dreams, mystic and visions arise. And without the silence first, true music cannot be born. First, there was silence, then there came meaning.