The Language of Silence Dissolves

Do you know the song "The Sound of Silence" by Paul Simon? You know, the phrase "Hello Darkness, My old friend / I've come again to talk to you." song that begins.

The name of the song means "The Sound of Silence". You can also translate it into our language as "The Language of Silence" in a more literary Turkish. Although the atmosphere of silence and unresponsiveness in American society after Kennedy's death was criticized in some parts of the song, the song generally took its place as one of the songs that best describes silence in the history of music. This beautiful song inspired me to write an article on silence.

I first discovered the beauty of silence while studying at university. One of the things I enjoyed doing the most during my university years in Bursa was to go to Gemlük or Mudanya and sit on the shore and watch the sea. Marmara, the calm, quiet, blue sea, greeted me friendly, embraced me, opened its deep blue world, made me forget everything and gave me peace. I used to watch the blue of Marmara sometimes for minutes and sometimes for hours. We would have a conversation based on silence, meaning and secret with Marmara.

Yes... it was a conversation without words, based on meaning, but it was more mysterious, more mysterious and more beautiful than conversations based on words. At that time, I understood that what gave Marmara that beauty, mystery, meaning and splendor was actually its silence.

Now I'm thinking if Marmara had spoken, if there was a verbal conversation between us, or if Marmara had whispered songs to me, for example. I think so, all the magic, mystery and beauty of that huge, deep blue sea would disappear and maybe after a few visits Marmara would not attract me.

Yes… it is nice to be able to speak without words, to be able to communicate without words. It is a good thing to be silent and understand, to speak in silence. Words are there for us to speak, of course. But don't you think that silence also has a mystery, a magic? Haven't you been fascinated by the silence of the deep seas? On the shore of a quiet, deep, huge blue, which one of us is not covered by emotions that we can describe as a little fear, a little admiration, but in fact we cannot fully describe. And which of us has not had a heart filled with tremors. Would you agree with me if I say that choppy seas are not as majestic as calm, blue seas? Doesn't silence, or "silence," as the ancients call it, seem more meaningful and more mysterious to you, albeit at times?

In fact, all the values ​​that make people human: Love, affection, patience, tolerance, self-sacrifice, don't they begin where words end? Do not all the beauties that add color to our lives such as art, literature, painting and music begin where words end? The moment comes when turning emotions into sound is insufficient or becomes meaningless. There are some things that cannot be explained, they are waiting to be understood. Again, the moment comes when no words, no speech can be as effective as silence or the work put forward. That's why an English proverb says "Actions speak louder than words". That is, “actions speak louder than words.”

Alfred Comte de Vigny, a French poet and writer who lived in the 19th century, is one of the people who understand the secret of silence, understand its beauty and describe it best. “The only thing supreme in the universe is silence. Beyond that, it is weakness, helplessness.” says Vigny. Vigny, who comes from an aristocratic family and frequently attends hunting parties, will also realize the greatness of silence on a wolf hunt. The French poet, on a wolf hunt with his noble friends like himself, on a mountain covered with wild forests, witnesses the war of a male wolf to save his female and two cubs, and is very impressed by it. From their footprints on the white snow, the hunters determine the location of the two wolves and their two cubs who have just passed by, prepare their weapons and block all the escape routes of this wolf family. Sensing these predators that are about to attack him, his female and her cubs, the male wolf has no choice but to fight back and heroically sacrifice his life. He sinks his claws into the snow, which will soon become his grave, and waits. He catches his eye on the largest and most aggressive of the hunting dogs and finishes him off. The neck of the dog is between the teeth of the male wolf. Hunters shoot all the time. They drive their wedges into the wolf's side up to their hilts. But the wolf is silently sipping his agony, without groaning, and just stares at his enemies.

At that moment, the poet read the majesty of silence in the wolf's eyes. This sublimity told the poet that weeping, groaning and begging are only weakness. The male wolf fulfilled the task that fate had given him, and suffered; but died without groaning.

This noble animal also taught the poet to sacrifice his life and self-sacrifice to keep his loved ones alive.

Vigny wrote his famous poem "The Death of the Wolf" after this event.

But unfortunately, people no longer understand the language of silence.

As the people of our age, we have rapidly modernized, urbanized, and made great advances in science, technology and social areas. But, I guess, we neglected some values ​​and beauties. Despite all the benefits of the modern world we live in, on the other hand, it prevents us from living the magic, mystery and beauty of silence in our inner universe by capturing us with all those attack tools, internet, mobile phones, SMS and chat rooms.

People no longer understand the language of silence. Today's loves are also sacrificed to noise.

Today's loves are covered by SMS, phones, imprisoned in chat rooms and left to drown in the ocean of internet. There are no longer lovers who are mortal in the beloved, painted with the paint of the beloved. Now the lovers want to paint the lover in their own paint. He doesn't listen, he wants his word to be listened to, he wants every word and every call to be answered. As in jack 's poem:

"Don't say, 'Who is it?'

It is me ..

Such a me that comes to your door

all over you”

there are no lovers. As stated in an ancient song:

“The perfection of a lover is to give your soul to your soul.

The life that does not give, you have to confess your shortcoming ”

like the lovers who say no more.

People no longer understand the language of silence. And lovers don't understand, the word is that love is only a piece and a half. The silence of lovers is the sharpest, most insane, most sincere words, however. Look how well Mevlana defines true love: “Words explain many things; But love, the real thing, is clearer when letters and words don't fall on it." William Blake, the famous poet of the English, who was born about five centuries after the saying of this word, said, “The real love is the love that cannot be said.” He almost approved the Sultan of Hearts.

Everything that is majestic, mysterious and secret in the universe goes silent. Susan, everything is majestic, mysterious and mysterious. Talking is a necessity for us humans to agree when appropriate, but silence is also an ornament. I guess silence is a distant phenomenon for the people of our age who can't stand silence, adopt noise as a way of life, and talk too much and unnecessarily.

Apparently, silence is an act of the heart. Silence is a chore. Being silent is the work of lofty mountains, deep seas, deep blue skies, and vast deserts... And silence is the work of deep lovers.