Tell a man there are an infinite and one stars in the universe and he’ll believe you.
Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he’ll have to touch it to be certain of it.
We need to find the one, cannot be found in noise and restlessness.
The one is the friend of silence.
The one envisages how nature – trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…
We need silence to be able to touch souls.