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You figure the Native American was listening to that silence?
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Yes, I do.
I want that kind of peace that the Native American had where I can silence my mind so I can "hear" the "little crickets"; not the "tinkling" of "coins" that constantly occupy many people's minds and cause them much distress, always striving for more and more. That's not "silence." That's stress, anxiety, depression.
I may have gotten way off track here. I'm thinking in a spiritual/philosophical way but it is hard for me to put it into words.
I think it is a beautiful story, Sept., with several layers of meaning. Thanks for sharing it. It caused me to stop and think.
droopy