Alden Bell

To stop. To cease, just for a moment. To turn your back on the world, to close your eyes – to see the nothing that is not rather than the nothing that is everywhere around you. To just be quiet in your mind for a little minute. There are paradises even yet on the abandoned plains of the earth — and they are not filled with fecund flowering Edens but rather just with sweet unerring silences.

To stop. To cease, just for a moment. To turn your back on the world, to close your eyes – to see the nothing that is not rather than the nothing that is everywhere around you. To just be quiet in your mind for a little minute. There are paradises even yet on the abandoned plains of the earth — and they are not filled with fecund flowering Edens but rather just with sweet unerring silences.

– Alden Bell –

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