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? To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy。 ? 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 many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. ? ? There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. ? The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. ? re