I wish I could live my life uttering very few words. If we all did, we would be precise and we would be truthful. Every word would spring from the very root of our thoughts, and that is our heart; and we could only but speak directly to the heart of others.
Accompanying music: Arvo Pärt, Spiegel im Spiegel (link).
Often during conversations, the words of others reach me like shattered pieces of a porcelain vase. After painstakingly fitting some of those pieces together, I realize their hollowness.
And yet, in rare occasions, I hear ideas of immense clarity. They tend to be expressed with simple words, all genuine and filled with kindness. I then do my best to memorize and write them down.
After more than fifty years, they barely fit on the back of a Paris métro ticket.
Inspiration: poetry and silence.