If we cannot wait,
we cannot know the
right time to move.
If we cannot be still,
our actions will have
gathered no power.
~ Unknown
The world has become noise, silence its orphan child. The contemplative is a seed of silence planted amidst the jungle of noise, one whose harvest will come at a later time, perhaps a later age. The contemplative is a witness to silence, affirming that all things come out of silence and must return to silence to be healed and re-created.