In French, there is the expression “dead silence”, alors que l’expérience du silence déborde de vie .

     Inviting someone to silence does not mean asking them to be silent, no more than standing in solitude is tantamount to severing all relationship .

     Reject the injunction “shut up” to prefer the “chut” pronounced in a low voice with the index finger placed across the lips to incite silence .

    Chut ! Something can happen that you don't imagine, that you could to see, hear or feel, which seems hidden, and who can turn out and you dazzle with its novelty and relevance .

      The invitation to silence can be like an invitation to travel. She allows the opening of the senses and the approach of the inner life. It's a attention that can go as far as contemplation and the dilation of being which goes as far as jubilation .

      But silence takes time like essential things. He does not watch never in a hurry. He needs all his time 'cause he's beyond time temporal .

      You have to make room for it first., i.e. from us get rid of the jumble of thoughts, worries, pleasant emotions and unpleasant, and even words .

      If silence frightens a majority of people, it is because than before meeting him and appreciating him, everyone is assailed by his indoor animals – what are passions, pride, anger, the idleness, ignorance, the will to power, false humility, the seduction, etc… – and that once the beasts have calmed down, we feel alone, lost, orphan, with the fatal anguish that rises .

Blaise Pascal wrote : ” Rien n’est si insupportable à l’homme que d’être dans un plein repos, dispassionate, no business, without entertainment, sans application. He then feels his nothingness, they are abandoned, its inadequacy, sa dépendance, its emptiness. Immediately, boredom will emerge from the depths of his soul, la noirceur, sadness, sorrow, vexation, the despair . “

    So much that the person has not truly encountered silence, she doesn't feel exist only through action and agitation, by uncertainty and procrastination, through suffering and problems of all kinds. She remains on the periphery of itself. The fear of emptiness that she feels just the idea of ​​remaining in silence is nothing other than the dread of one's own emptiness, of his inner poverty .

     Or, the more we go towards our interiority, the more we advance towards silence and the more the doors open onto an immeasurable space. Whereas in outer life, we live in tow of what needs to be done to behave well in our society, namely as a simple “deadly” ; in the interior life we ​​are a human being called to the growth, fully employed, and even to its perfection to its implementation “immortelle”. The being then feels fully in possession of himself, it is close to the source and manifests in fullness .

       The more one is silent, the more consideration one finds for the Word and the Silence., and the less we talk .

     For those who have tasted the silence, the discussions, debates, meetings of family and intellectual colloquies become difficult to bear because suffocating. The silent, as the solitary needs air and space ; he needs offshore experience, vast, deep. Everything else him looks flat, skimpy, superficial. The “communication” mandatory and suitable seems to him grotesque.

      When a human being is really unified he can be freed from this obsession to communicate all the time and about anything.. Only essential sharing on essential topics or silent heart-to-heart exchange makes sense and offers real nourishment .

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