The art of silence

The Art of Silence is a damn good play. Arg, I can't seem to find a copy of it anywhere. Damn you Amazon!. You have actually failed me! *shakes fist in anger*


I like silence. It's such a beautiful sound. The sound of nothing. A time to be alone with ones thoughts, to absorb all that is around them. I spent part of today in a car with a bunch of people. One of the guys, was soo uncomfortable with the idea of no one talking, that everytime there was silence for more than a few seconds, they would start talking about incescent crap. Anything, and everything. I found it intriguing, how after knowing some of us for many many years, they still felt so uncomfortable to be around us in silence. For them, the silence was hell. A sign that all was not well. To them, silence wasn't natural. There is no right or wrong answer, but from a personal point of view, I love silence. I am just as happy to have noise, but at the same time, silence is just as golden. I didn't feel a need to say anything. Just was contented with the music on the radio. But clearly, this guy just felt so uncomfortable. In the end, I got fed up with them talking crap I just told him to shut up. They did thank god.

I got thinking briefly about this. Why are a group of friends, sometimes so scared to sit in each other's company with nothing passing between them? I have my theories, but whatever.

Also, why are De-icer's water based? Actually I do know why. But they are complete crap. I found my brother getting annoyed when the de-icer was taking forever. So, I just went to the kitchen cupboard, took out this jar of salt, and chucked it all over the car. Worked a treat. The snow/ice, just slid right off.