Why cultivate inner silence?
Because the word is an organism.
A virus.
It has overtaken the world.
We’ve been invaded by a parasite — and the parasite speaks in our own voice.
It is the supreme controller of the planet.
Not the elites. Not governments. Not corporations. The virus resides in them just as thoroughly as it resides in the road-sweeper, the revolutionary, the mystic and the man shouting at his television.
It speaks almost incessantly.
It comments upon what is happening.
It reconstructs what has already happened.
It rehearses what might happen.
It generates an image, attaches an emotion to it, and then presents the resulting construction as reality.
But what is this voice?
Is it you?
Or is it something using the machinery of you?