Project Silence
No phones, no vibration, no chirping insects, just you and absolute stillness.
So here’s an idea.
Business idea, if you like.
I wrote about Silence in this post: Of Silence and Indifference (Do read. I’ll wait.)
I may not have found Silence in my mind but Silence has been on my mind, for long.
The thing about it is that we all know what it is, but we don’t find it in its purest form anywhere on this planet. Unless you’ve been in some deep, dark cavern, I don’t know.
Yet sometimes, we pine for it.
There’s always a sound in the backdrop. A buzz. A vibration. An insect. Sometimes it feels like the floor or your chair is throbbing for no reason. Some equipment in the house is always on. The fan. The fridge. The whatnot.
And if you manage to switch everything off, there is the roar of the traffic from the distance. Or the rustle of the wind.
Noise cancellation headphones don’t really quiet the eternal vibration.
We might toss the earth off its orbit with all the vibes.
What if you could have a space—a room, a dark room, any kind of room, open to interpretation—where you find total Silence? Where the only motion is the beating of your heart?
A vacuum chamber. But not really, of course. Don’t ask me, I don’t know either.
If we put feasibility aside for the time being, would you go for it?
You buy your ticket, (of course, in this age, no one wants to do anything for free, no one wants to distribute Silence for the betterment of humanity) and go into the room, sit in absolute silence for half an hour or one hour.
No phones, no vibration, just you and quietness. Absolute stillness. Almost scary.
Would you give it a try?
I know I would.
I might even get addicted to it.
(We also know that if we market this to the wealthy—as something only ‘the elite’ can afford or appreciate, or as ‘limited edition’—the ordinary folk will, in turn, convince themselves it is something worth aspiring for, and they will go for it too, in droves. There’s your business idea for you.)
But here’s the thing: everyone will find it useful. A few minutes of disconnect from the humdrum of life. (Even the word humdrum has a background vibration to it.)
Don’t you want a sound-proof space of your own to vanish into, once in a while?
Your personal Silence-in-a-Box?
Read now:
existence
you are vanishing
into oblivion, just
the same way as
went others before
soon will you fade
from vision, a shadow
that days have
forgotten to shine on.
a memory in a few
hearts; to be recycled,
diluted by the
years—to nothingness.
you were but a
blip in the universe
the tiniest drop
in the surging tide.
a stone tossed
into the enormous lake—
sinking to the bottom
with a quiet ripple.
essential, immaterial,
one among many.
you were here—
and now you’re not.
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