Man's Purpose In The Space Dedicated To Silence

Ensure for the man within you a major motivational force, by controlling instincts, feelings and reactions in relation with the exterior reality.

FBI agent, Clarice Starling. I had never felt so alone, intimidated by the doubt that took root within me. I was so close to the delicate border between ridicule and desuetude, between horror and value. Because I had reached the scariest place, amid the silence of a tomb, that terrifies the body.

If a painter had seen me in the state I was in, burdened by so many feelings of anxiety that I felt on the physical level, especially in the midst of the despair of doing nothing, he could have grounded his approach artistically on the quest for the original purity of a heart longing for God. Everything around was darker than ever, without the hope of a color explosion promise, like a sinister landscape of Savior Rosa which visual experience always makes accessible only to a hallucinating imagination that cannot erase its memory.

And that bewildering silence, the only heat source inside of me that could no longer be simultaneously or alternatively fueled with an energizing fuel had become a tombstone. Not a single drive or motivational force came from the new questions I asked myself. All the angels had left me in that dark moment of mourning, for which the investigation "invited" me to attend. Where would I find the revitalizing energy for strengthening my control stimuli?

Can you afford to have a visual experience that complements the hardest scenario of life, assuming the destiny of a being that is not yet manifest in the depths of the soul than in accepting a separation from the immediate reality?

The funeral had proved a good opportunity to experience my functionality, in the vision of a sad world. In the atmosphere of a compulsory psychological reality. I was living it through a living and trembling fog that easily froze my blood, warning that it’s not the time to show my bravery. I was observed, followed, cornered by that screaming combination of black and white, which had become the maximum acceptable compromise for the objective factor of my motivation.

Something was torturing me slowly. The shame of being followed, of people gloating over me. Restlessness carried to the extreme. I was caught in a game of irony of fate, isolated by the rusted barbed fence of defenselessness. As if the toughest charges were swarming over me. That was my life then. A redoubt of my own limitation.

Let’s look at all those men around me. All of them. One by one. To be looked at with a strange reluctance that if you come across to many times, you would believe that life isn’t worth living. It was a path I had never set foot on. The flame of desperation raised the temperature of self-esteem; the buzz of my molecules in the functional system became aggravated. The extent of this mental distress phenomenon accentuated the indisposition level I could accept and bear.

Do you have the certainty of knowing the sense and the value of life, as well as assessing their limits of validity, through a state of lucidity that confirms your intentions to overcome the condition of the defeated?

I felt like a fool, I entered just like that, adrift, in an empty and tense space that filled me with a lot of restraint, even fear. An intrusion in a reality abandoned by every hope, by every bit of compassion, accentuating anxiety. I didn’t belong to anyone. I would have gladly left then and there. But, intimidated, I couldn’t find an excuse. So I resigned to the thought that, soon, everything will end.

Various mountains can be made from the same type of rock, various fields can have the same soil, and various trees can grow similar fruits. And the thoughts that invade a man’s mind, devoid it of any revitalizing substance are sheltered under the same roof, in agreement with the initial settings of their own resistance regulating system. When these thoughts, triggered on the outside and consumed on the inside don’t stop in time, the thick veil of the duality between quiet ignorance and anxious intelligence sets in.

Clarice Starling has fallen prey to a moment of tension, overwhelmed by an unstable guilt feeling. She seemed to lie in wait of a release from the grasp of the steel chains over the mind. A wandering mind in the solitary labyrinth of an assumed complicity around the convention between infinite silence and the most obedient listening.

The limits of validity and meaning of her life seemed to lie between doubt and regret, between delusion and suffering, but they were being fought through a state of lucidity like “Remember the reason for why you are here” which causes her to temper her attitude, impulse, consciousness.

Can you provide a major mobilizing force by controlling your instincts, feelings and reactions to a reality that you cannot change so that you do not fall victim to the moment that can make you a prisoner of your own limitation?

Two forces act simultaneously over a mind conditioned by reality: a pressure force, which acts over the basic change of emotions, generating internal conflicts. This way offering, a good opportunity to experience functionality in the vision of a sad world, represented by that screaming combination of black and white, which could become the maximum acceptable compromise for the objective factor of my motivation.

And a reply force, with a certain decision-making power, simultaneously or alternatively fueled with "energizing fuel", but which remains in the subordination of the central power – the power of thought.

These two forces cancel each other or amplify their potential based on the capacity to make something happen, to create an alternative for accepting a rigid status-quo and quickly move on to a better mood.

A man that doesn’t ensure a major motivational force, controlling his instincts, feelings and reaction in relation with the exterior, hard reality lacks the support to identify the inner characteristics and strengths that can turn him into a leader.

The moment that can make you a prisoner of your own limitation occurs when you become aware that no matter how you try to escape the outer reality, you will have to conform to the Self that experiences suffering as an object of psychological study or as a symptom of weakness not to be able to stifle the voice of consciousness that tells it “There is no God”.

Man’s Purpose In The Place Dedicated To Silence points out the development and intensification of those inner forces, which determine the ability to adapt to new, especially in extreme, unforeseen and unpredictable situations. Any internal destabilizing draws with itself chaotic, improper and inadequate actions.

It’s mandatory to strengthen the inner material, especially for those who want to keep their positions as leaders. Developing resistance to stress and developing the capacity to quickly and properly answer to unpredictable situations is a stringent requirement in leadership.

* Note: The Silence of the Lambs (1991)