I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only
being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences.
You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with
essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open
over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of
the earth itself."
~Anais Nin
~from Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes,
a short story in Under A Glass Bell