A painful word or a wall of silence?
I've found this question somewhere on Grono.net, the Polish clone of Facebook. It was quite interesting and sparked a few thoughts, combined with a song I discovered recently despite its rather old age.
Words may hurt. They may become a weapon. They may also construct.
More importantly - words form a shape, an information.
When someone speaks, I can try and analyze their words and context and learn more about them through this. I can see something, interact with it and store the information.
Silence can become a heavy, cold wall of steel.
Silence does not give me any definite information. There are no windows in it. There is nothing to look through, nothing to discover.
Under its weight you can either resist or find an opening - but if both fail, you are left helpless.
In a different context...
When we travel through streets, we meet thousands upon thousands of people.
All of them focused on their own little worlds, their own goals, their own troubles and joys. All those little worlds walk past each other, encircled by immense walls of silence.
Even in the city, we are alone.
The only difference is that we're surrounded by other people.
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