After two days of silence was the moment the first words of a very impressive. The quiet side by side with the many people I had been strange. At last, eye contact - and we had to avoid in order to respect the silence of the other person - which I felt was liberating. And
language and voice of the other listen. Amazingly: they seem to me hardly surprising - apparently one can perceive many things about a person without that speaks? The essential even, perhaps? For what we exchanged in silence breaking meal, which were mostly our ego stories where we come from, how and how long we go home now, but what we work, what has brought us here out of this place and what we by him . take The latter, however, only superficially touched upon, in the midst of the sudden noise dining room.
Yes, very impressive: I had all the people around me in the days before now seen much more clearly than in the roaring call. As if words cover up the real thing, so it seemed.
How often this might be so: words adjusted. Behind and below and between and around them is. I always feel when writing, even now.
And something was adjusted at this meal of the words, the food itself I know just what has given it. But I only dimly remember, on the edge but I've noticed it. While I
at meals in silence everything - everything! - Caught my senses: the smells and steam, which lifted itself in a circular swath from the bowl, the colors of the vegetable, the overall play of colors on your plate, visible and tasted spice dots, how it feels, with the knife a bit Carrot cut through the rice on the fork - single grain fall back on the way up, the shapes of leaves in a salad - in the mouth such a variety: hot and cold, firm and soft, spicy and mild - all that
And all this was suddenly no longer present, as we talked during the meal ...
to experience impressive: a large part of our lives we spend so that we are the real thing (I have not just a better word) only marginally noticed, if at all.
This experience I bring from those days - a railing on which it is to practice ...
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