Sometimes we try too hard.
We keep "busy" just because we fear emptiness.
We talk because we fear silence.
We move incessantly because we fear to be still.
We spin like pin-balls from one thing to the other.
But:
"It is in silence that new thoughts come. If we divert the mind with too much distraction, it becomes scramble like eggs"
(from Playing Chess With The Heart, words by Beatrice Woods, a very reckless woman and fabulous artist who passed away a few years ago, at 105)
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