THE SILENT VOICE OF THE SOUL

To impose temporary silence on the senses and intellect is indispensable to listen to the silent voice of the soul... the reason in me... the God in me...

The action of the divine yeast in man is silent, as silent is all things great and sublime. What is great does not require noisy publicity to keep and expand, dispenses dazzling multi-coloured posters and loud advertising. The greater the silence, the better for greatness because the soul of great things is beyond the categories of time and space, which can neither produce nor destroy what is eternal and infinite.

The profane man needs multiple and violent noises, drums and trumpets, the blast of rockets and bombs, hysterical and uneven shouting, unnecessary conversations, the telluric circus of his irrationality, and other delusions of his tyrannical ego; only then can he sufficiently feel his own existence; without it, his personality dissipates into a faint haze of uncertainty; when his subject feels objectified and reflected in the mirror of these external noises, it is that he can feel his own existence. Hence his instinctive hunger for noise!

To paraphrase Descartes' well-known “I think; therefore I am” the profane man could say, “I make noise; therefore I am!” If he did not make a sound, he would not be sure of his existence. So, the plenitude of all these external noises are the confirmation of the internal vacuity of its author because a man of inner plenitude does not need for such external compensation.

Intellectually erudite man needs the articulated noises of speeches, conversations, sermons, conferences, etc. The intellectual needs intellectuals' auditoriums and the vehicle for transmitting the mental noise of his thoughts are the verbal noises of speeches, which in the audience becomes the mental

noises of thoughts again. This mental and verbal “lust” is characteristic in this environment. Few come to the “chastity” of spiritual silence; the prostituted mind hardly accepts this “virginity.”

But when a man goes beyond these evolutionary boundaries, he enters a zone of wonderful silence, which tells him much more than all the inarticulate and articulated noises of sense and intelligence.

It is, therefore, in this fruitful silence, where divine yeast begins to work intensely.