Well, that's even more than less than unhelpful.

Because Overnight Stocking Can Be A Poignant Thing. Also A Creepy Thing.

So, as I’m stocking shelves last night (which is really this morning as I work from 10pm to 7am) I had this huge kind of epiphany. It was basically along the lines of an ideal dealing with silence. [“ideal dealing” is kind of one of those backwards things like “hannah” although now that I think about it…not really at all…I digress.] Humans (and maybe animals, I don’t know, I haven’t had much experience with them) dread the silence. There always needs to be background noise. Whether a fan, a passing plane, singing, tapping, or just breathing, sound needs to be heard. Whenever there is a complete silence for a long duration of time, it becomes not only awkward, but ominous. The Flight/Fight instinct inside of us begins to stir. Well here is the epiphany: We don’t despise the silence itself–what we fear is the answer hidden deep within the silence. That pregnant pause that holds so much more information and clarification than words can.

Pete Greig talks a lot about silence in his book God On Mute: Engaging the Silence of Unanswered Prayer. Here is an excerpt that doesn’t strictly apply to the epiphany above, but in some strange way still manages to connect:

first
there is
prayer
and where there is prayer
there may be
miracles
but where miracles may not be
there are
questions
and where there are questions
there may be
silence
but silence may be
more than
abscence
silence
may be presence
muted
silence
may not be nothing but
something
to explore
defy accuse
engage
and
this is
prayer
and where there is prayer
there may yet be
miracles…

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