Silence is golden, they say.
In the silence of the Golden Hour,
before the breezes awaken,
when only the solitary bird that sings a solitary peep is awake,
before the stars are completely gone,
the brush is colored with the dawning.
—el oro de la aurora . . .
Who does not rise in time with this lusts not for gold.
“The older I grow the more I see the value of silence. There may be a time to speak–but it is so difficult to know when to speak and what to say. There is not explanation quite so effective as silence. Explanations rarely explain. If you are right your life will do its own explaining, if you are wrong you can’t explain. So, go calmly on your way and forget everything but the business of right living–and let time explain for you.” –A. P. Couthey