HYMN TO THE SILENCE

The first time a child looks up at the sky in the daylight from within the silence of a still brain to behold the blue of it there what is heard can be crudely described as a sound of wordless wonder we all once knew well and have forgotten- “I am blue. What can be on the other side of that big blueness?” 

The child is so  recently aware of the time spent in a watery dark place from which it then popped forth into the air to take its first breath. That experience stimulates a wonder about the big blue sky.

Later, when every child has its first view of a cloudless night time sky the answer to the child’s wonder-filled quest comes complete and clear and whole and the child knows itself for the second time. Birth was the first time we were introduced to ourselves.

But not for long because adults will not permit such folly.

We, as adults, no longer even have the question to ask ourselves. We say something to ourselves with words like”It is daytime, about nine a.m. and the sky is blue in the daytime. And that’s all there is to it.” So no answer will be noticed by us under the night sky at all since we lost the question in a storehouse of thoughts as memories. Our brains are now too dull and bored to care. Albert Einstein, for one, stands out so brilliantly among us because he was a child in a grown-up’s body. He asked himself, “What in the world is light?” And spent the majority of his time playing with the quest for the knowledge he sought so single-mindedly.

It will not be the last time for the question and its answer for all of us though. Death awaits us all. Time will come for ”What is on the other side of this?” And to some lucky children a kind of death while still living in a human form is also given. Perhaps for you this is that opportunity knocking? Break free from the cocoon of cramped tradition. Know thyself.

Let Us Milk A Cow By The Hand Of Love And Share The Ice Cream.     Ran Smith Dairy