My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neithr sleeps, nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open, sees far-off things, and listens at the shore of the great silence.
You can listen to silence, Reuven. I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and listen to it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. I can hear it.
