Silence itself, of course, has no magic. It may be just sheer emptiness, abence of words or noise or music. It may be an occasion for slumber, or it may be a dead form. But it may be an intensified pause, a vitalized hush, a creative quiet, an actual moment of mutual and reciprocal correspondence with God.
– Rufus M. Jones, 1937
When is the last time you were silent? Was it an ad hoc silence or an actual moment?