शान्तिः

The silence of the Buddha points to the impossibility of trying to use reason to explain phenomena. Metaphysical reasoning will get you nowhere, the only access we have to it is what the structure our imagination and our creative minds impose upon it. And therein lies our bondage to Samsara. The cessation, then, of our thought process leads to the dissolution of plurality. Nirvana is the quiescence of plurality. 

The silence of my disfunctional phone has been interpreted variously. Speechlessness, an absence, the inability to say something. A warning, cry for help even, causing late night are-you-okay calls. Extensive meditations on the perlocutionary effects of non-speech, in the absence of the person even. Contentless, it is taken as a sign for something else. An ineffable something else, to be filled in like a post-modern fill-in-the-blanks orgy.

The silence of Akira means she has eaten something.

But this silence I leave with you is like a pus-filled boil on the verge of explosion. One false move and our noses and eyes and hair will be swimming through an unctuous trickle. Can you feel this dank coldness slowing down your face muscles? Are your eyelashes stuck? 

I could say honey if it made you feel better.