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Oct. 13th, 2003 02:18 amYou talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pasttime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
kahil gibran, the prophet
And when you can no longer dwell in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pasttime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
kahil gibran, the prophet
