Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

We just know that something feels wrong, but we don’t quite have new ideas about what to do about it. At best, we’re recycling old ones and say we’ll do them proper this time.

“Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.” —Carl Jung