Enjoy The Silence

We are all equal to the virtue of bringing together the inner reality with the events of the world in a coherent whole called "reflection between content and form".

When the silence inspires you more than ever, you only have to tie yourself in its memories, with distorted images of the lost age, to feed your dreams washed by the expectations and strains of the creative will, just to bring them to life on the improvised stage of a phenomenon surprisingly subtle and deep: "Words are very unnecessary". Which lacks the chiaroscuro of all things.

Only then do you feel what it means to live in the consciousness of a destiny emanated from eternity, exalted with one step closer to God, this being the escape, a form of freedom of the spirit that, behold, it gives birth the desire to hide from a trivial life that has already passed through a lot. "Pleasures remain, So does the pain."

Once again it happens that I am building the tonal unity given to the visible fact, but ignored, as a variation of the hidden observer technique: to see only what I am prepared to see in a setting unrelated to the world. The intriguing present and the shadowy past intertwine in a psychological whole with a literary subject that governs the message "Internal Error".

The hidings of an unbeatable mystery, which covers God’s crucible, catch me in a vulnerable, naive, sensible moment, holding me prisoner until the end of the ephemeral prayer. Slowly, they infiltrate the questioning of relational art with the theories of language and subjectivity that seem to confess an impossibility, painful to me, while re-reading in my mind the book of Mystery: a creative fantasy is always following me, the reaction being one of the leveling of an ineffable world.

How much can the capturing of the experience lived in a different way than the original version of your form of manifestation mean to you?

There are so many interesting songs, so deep, full of something to help you feel cherished, with the possibility of recovering the eternal beyond matter, pieces that only consume the rhythm of the esoteric distinction, of secret access to a shore not found on any map.

Nor is this a coincidence, just as neither the eternity hidden in a moment is not a succession of endless transformations, rather a present filled with the unforeseen, in which "Words are meaningless and forgettable". Without deciphering the components of the overall picture, of the great scheme of things, it leads to the breaking of the tonal-emotional unity specific to a subtle organic plastic design enriched by a wide range of aesthetic effects.

Silence, the state of unity with the self, the initiation of an inner dialogue, the general who sends to the world the mystery of my being, is a reception of reality through the fantasy of the mind transformed by the regaining of tranquility through the geometry of the "second" space specific to the framing of thoughts and suppositions in upper area of the game called COMPOSITION, where the rules remain theoretically unchanged.

Retiring to your inner world is to give yourself the prerogative of creative thinking under the conditions established by the dialogue called "call to an unlimited power", highlighting the customized version of a new way of approaching reality and life.

Time stands still, measured in the tick-tock of expectation and unrelenting confidence, but in a strange way, as when the sand clogs in the hourglass, feelings are intense, identifying here two types of motivation: the adventure of searching for what is beyond the appearance of things and the scope of what is not seen with the naked eye, but only with the eye of the mind.

John Fowles’ "Collector" at one point remembers a funny mouse trap he had once seen. As soon as the mouse stepped in, something was set in motion and things could no longer go back to the way they were, rather, they had to go forward, stepping into traps one more elaborate than the other, up to the end.

Life goes by so slow at times, at least for me, that the tranquility I feel in the story of a certain exile, so often pushed into a world different from that for which I had been destined, with the bitterness of the inability to overcome the blindness that makes me confuse good with evil, resembles a kind of trap used to catch small rodents. A labyrinth of impossible, arbitrary, endless constraints, from which I feel I cannot escape. "Break the silence. Come crashing in / Into my little world ! "

Nothing is repeated in the silence contained in oppressive isolation, where only God has the word, which becomes a vigil or a trap without exits, at one point considered forgotten and remembered by the fantasy of the mind, through a geometry of the space called finding yourself again, to be broken with the hands of interpretation of an experimental result.

The experiment called "life" is a dialogue with yourself, from which you first have to extract the essence: the respect of the idea of ​​living through faith, not yielding to what is seen, but to what is felt.

Leadership can be translated as follows: we are all equal in the face of the virtue of bringing the inner reality of world events into a coherent whole called "reflection between content and form".

Enjoy The Silence has as a support the ability of the self to discern, listen and weigh everything that you experience in a present that is both a distant future and a distant past.

If you have the feeling that you’re trapped in a trap of silence, unable to reach beyond what you see, what you know, any judgment or point of view, means that you are not yet ready to take on the commitment to break free from all the trials and experiences of life.

To feel means to discover the world beyond the tangible reality that connects all things.

* Note: Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence