The true master teaches without words.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live
in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed
unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Kahlil Gibran
Blessings to the witch of the northern lands. May she stay always just as she was born to be.
Anything that can be described with words is limited and limited knowledge doesn't promote unlimited understanding.
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live
in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed
unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Kahlil Gibran
Blessings to the witch of the northern lands. May she stay always just as she was born to be.
Anything that can be described with words is limited and limited knowledge doesn't promote unlimited understanding.