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Silence is the only real thing we can lay hold of in this world of passing dreams. Time is a shadow that will vanish with the twilight of humanity; but Silence is a part of the eternal. All things that are true and lasting have been taught to men's hearts by Silence. SILENCE IS THE ONLY REAL THING WE CAN LAY HOLD OF IN THIS WORLD OF PASSING DREAMS TIME IS A SHADOW THAT WILL VANISH WITH THE TWILIGHT OF HUMANITY BUT SILENCE IS A PART OF THE ETERNAL ALL THINGS THAT ARE TRUE AND LASTING HAVE BEEN TAUGHT TO MEN'S HEARTS BY SILENCE
are ashamed. Silence teaches us how little we are--how great we are. In the world's market-places we are tinkers, tailors, apothecaries, thieves--respectable or otherwise, as the case may be--mere atoms of a mighty machine--mere insects in a vast hive. It is only in Silence that it comes home to us that we are something much greater than this--that we are _men_, with all the universe and all eternity before us. It is in Silence we hear the voice of Truth. The temples and the marts of men echo all night and day to the clamour of lies and shams and quackeries. But in Silence falsehood cannot live. You cannot float a lie on Silence. A lie has to be puffed aloft, and kept from falling by men's breath. Leave a lie on the bosom of Silence, and it sinks. A truth floats there fair and stately, like some stout ship upon a deep ocean. Silence buoys her up lovingly for all men to see. Not until she has grown worn-out and rotten, and is no longer a truth, will the waters of Silence close over her.  SMILE AT THEM OURSELVES AND ARE ASHAMED SILENCE TEACHES US HOW LITTLE WE ARE HOW GREAT WE ARE IN THE WORLD'S MARKET PLACES WE ARE TINKERS TAILORS APOTHECARIES THIEVES RESPECTABLE OR OTHERWISE AS THE CASE MAY BE MERE ATOMS OF A MIGHTY MACHINE MERE INSECTS IN A VAST HIVE IT IS ONLY IN SILENCE THAT IT COMES HOME TO US THAT WE ARE SOMETHING MUCH GREATER THAN THIS THAT WE ARE MEN WITH ALL THE UNIVERSE AND ALL ETERNITY BEFORE US IT IS IN SILENCE THAT WE HEAR THE VOICE OF TRUTH THE TEMPLES AND THE MARTS OF MEN ECHO ALL NIGHT AND DAY TO THE CLAMOR OF LIES AND SHAMS AND QUACKERIES BUT IN SILENCE FALSEHOOD CANNOT LIVE YOU CANNOT FLOAT A LIE ON SILENCE A LIE HAS TO BE PUFFED ALOFT AND KEPT FROM FALLING BY MEN'S BREATH LEAVE A LIE ON THE BOSOM OF SILENCE AND IT SINKS A TRUTH FLOATS THERE FAIR AND STATELY LIKE SOME STOUT SHIP UPON A DEEP OCEAN SILENCE BOYS ARE UP LOVINGLY FOR ALL MEN TO SEE NOT UNTIL SHE HAS GROWN WORN OUT AND ROTTEN AND IS NO LONGER A TRUTH OR THE WATERS OF SILENCE CLOSE OVER HER
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