Half an Hour of Silence. Essays on God, Man, Modern Culture

«Some seek it, others fear it. For the former it — is air, for the latter — judgment. It is a rare guest in our homes, but without it the soul cannot ripen and grow properly. To truly hear one's own voice one can only be next to it. We speak of silence. To reach the victorious and unquestioning hosanna one must overcome all kinds of obstacles. The most dangerous sleep within and awaken in solitude. First will flood the closest impressions, faces, verbal noise and the like. They will melt away as the foam in the bath. This must just be endured. Then, by the end of half an hour, more than nothing may happen. So, something will be remembered, and something will be thought. The deposits of junk inside are too large to contemplate the azure at the first attempt».