If gold coins are anathema for an ascetic, what about words / that like lust tangle thoughts?
For the next forty-one days, I am practicing silence in an effort to step away from the tangled thoughts engendered by the spoken word. That’s one day of silence for every year I’ve been alive. Many times, when I speak I feel unheard anyway, which leads to a sense of being unworthy, unloved and misunderstood. I don’t know what will unfold in these days of silence, if anything. I suppose the point is not for something to unfold, other than the experience itself.