Worn Muteness, A Series of Quiet Questions

Going through old notebooks looking for answers to my own silence, tracing my huge hands feeling great and running out of sharpies doesn’t bother me. This is good. I will keep doing this. I hope you are loving the person you are becoming. At least trying to.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
Do not speak about your money in front of a poor person.
Do not speak about your health in front of a sick person.
Do not speak about your power in front of a weak person.
Do not speak about your happiness in front of a sad person.
Do not speak about your freedom in front of a prisoner.
Do not speak about your children in front of an infertile person.
Do not speak about your mother and father in front of an orphan. Because their wounds cannot bear more.
—  Imam Ali

I love this. More people need to understand the significance behind it and realise that sometimes people just need to know they have someone who’s there for them and to feel safe. Someone who is suffering with depression does not need advice on ‘getting over it’. They don’t need to be told to ‘cheer up’ they just need to know they’re not alone! Please take note!


You’re crying in a language
That I cannot understand
Each tear a different word
Of which I do not know
The meaning
I wish to cry with you
Teach me your foreign tongue
Let me share the emotions
That possess your soul
Let the words
From your melancholy
Green eyes
And let me kiss off
All of the poetry
Created with words only you know
A poem
That is written on your face
I cannot read it
But I feel it
I may not understand
The voice
The words
The language of your tears
But understand your pain
And I ache with you
My love.

Original Work: KH 10/21/14

Because we do not understand the brain very well we are constantly tempted to use the latest technology as a model for trying to understand it. In my childhood we were always assured that the brain was a telephone switchboard. (‘What else could it be?’) I was amused to see that Sherrington, the great British neuroscientist, thought that the brain worked like a telegraph system. Freud often compared the brain to hydraulic and electro-magnetic systems. Leibniz compared it to a mill, and I am told some of the ancient Greeks thought the brain functions like a catapult. At present, obviously, the metaphor is the digital computer.
—  John R. Searle