![]() ![]() But most of all, I think, we fear the very visibility without which we also cannot truly live. “In the cause of silence, each of us draws the face of her own fear-fear of contempt, of censure, or some judgment, or recognition, of challenge, of annihilation. I was going to die, if not sooner then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. And I began to recognize a source of power within myself that comes from the knowledge that while it is most desirable not to be afraid, learning to put fear into a perspective gave me great strength. And that might be coming quickly, now, without regard for whether I had ever spoken what needed to be said, or had only betrayed myself into small silences, while I planned someday to speak, or waited for someone else's words. ![]() ![]() Death, on the other hand, is the final silence. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change, or end. ![]() Of what had I ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed could have meant pain, or death. “In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light and what I most regretted were my silences. ![]()
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