Sometimes the quiet...

We value noise as a society, that's so clear. Somewht moreso on days like today. Loud protestations of feelings, some sincerely felt and others displayed just to get a reaction out of those around us. The better to know we're still alive; society as mirror.

Yet there are some things we can't forget if we wanted to, and there are definitely days that we want to.

There's a dignity in silence. A strength we all too often dismiss in those who simply endure. We learn early that to cry out is to be given comfort--most of us, anyway--and as a species apply this liberally to all things until we are each laid to rest.

When you speak, you can't listen, and the world has so much to say.