Who are we beyond our images?

Sometimes I don´t feel like talking. There are moments when words feel like a ban.
It is so rare these days to share silence with someone, without feeling
embarrassed.

They say that in Tibetan language there is a specific word for sitting in silence
together, “smelling” each other, before any words are uttered.

To smell each other´s silence. So fantastic.

We by contrary, are so obsessed with ceaseless wording. How could we ever hear each other’s words, if we don’t take in each other’s silence? We talk compulsively, drowning each other in meaningless noise.

Why?…

Because basically we fear the other.
Indeed, we are afraid of each other´s silence, as we are ashamed of our fear we see in the other. We are subsequently killing each other with more or less intelligent concepts and inane sophistry, because we are afraid to know in-depth, to feel genuinely, to confront anything for real. “What I can´t control scares me”, they tacitly say.

Openness scares.

Openness, being imponderable, cannot be subsumed, and is therefore,
beyond control. Openness is amoral, a threat to our stereotypical approach.

A child is still permitted to be open. But if you, as a “grown-up”, take the risk of being open in whatever encounter, having no specific agenda other than pleasure to share a moment of leisure and mutual discovery, then God forbid – there is something fishy about you. “Improper behaviour. It´s not civilized to be yourself.”

You can´t be open and honorable, oh no. For sure, you must have a hidden plan.

“WHAT´S IN IT FOR YOU IF YOU HAVE NO URGE TO CONTROL AND LET
YOURSELF BE CONTROLLED?”

To all these suspicious morons I would like to say:

What´s in it for you to be such stupid, petty-minded thralls, WHY DO YOU HATE TO BE FREE?…

Freedom…- our worst fear…

Yes, we are afraid to be free, to be ourselves. Afraid to accept one another beyond
projection – for who are we without these emotional and intellectual images of each other…?