"You can listen to silence. I've begun to realize you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all it's own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it."
The words came out in a soft singsong. He sounded exactly like his father.
"You don't understand that, do you?" he asked.
"No."
He nodded. "I didn't think you would."
"What do you mean, it talks to you?"
"You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. I has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes- sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to."
~ The Chosen by Chaim Potok
(Photos by me)
The words came out in a soft singsong. He sounded exactly like his father.
"You don't understand that, do you?" he asked.
"No."
He nodded. "I didn't think you would."
"What do you mean, it talks to you?"
"You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. I has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes- sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to."
~ The Chosen by Chaim Potok
(Photos by me)