“And I suddenly sensed the nature of the terrain on which I walked: it was hardly solid ground... and perhaps what I walked on couldn't even be called earth, this matter that buckled beneath my steps and sometimes seemed to sigh from its depths with a hollow reverberation. Hadn't the term 'earth' arisen solely on the basis of an embarrassed convention, wasn't it a noun that passed in silence over matter's true nature...? Wasn't the use of substantive nouns nearly always a silence about the true substances of things—and wasn't that silence so essential to us that it became the basic material of our thinking? What were we really passing over: over silenced things, over vanished things, over the basic substance of ourselves, over the silence in our thoughts? Passing silently over our silence?” SilenceNo Idea Wtf He Is Saying Here Book:Old Rendering Plant Source: Old Rendering Plant