I, for one, cherish the moments of solitude and silence that so rarely punctuate my day. On those long, extended moments of silence I like to call vacation, I often read and occasionally re-read works of literature that remind me to seek more silence once I return to the daily grind.One of those essays is “A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers,” an account of a boat trip Henry Thoreau took in 1839. Thoreau wrote: “Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us.”
Silence is a key to self-reliance, and may instill respect for listening to wise outer voices, as well as inner ones. (Even voices of conscience, Eric.)
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