The day I turned a deaf ear to revelation
The most influential and important words in our lives started with silence. In silence, they held a stronger notion. Upon wording them, they lost their strongest features. Upon wording a notion created in silence, it's simplified and altered to a deformed form of the notion. For in words, we try to reach the surface of the ocean and be seen by those who won't hold a treasure as precious and dear as the one who forged every single gold figure of it. You never hold dear that you have not created and seen taking an aesthetic form after it has been but a dull figure. And what is meant to appeal to senses is but the shallow figure and not what the creator held in heart for his own creation. Once I read the writings if a madman. He said he was safe from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. In silence is a shelter. In defining silence is nullification of its essence. Is not evolution of language but the strong proof of failure of spiritual connection? Or is it just the inevitable desire for being understood? And aren't doubts the strongest proof of a higher connection with our demons in a form of self annihilation? Or are they just the fear of rejection of one's demigod?
