When we were little, many of us were frighten by the mysterious intimidating darkness. It brings illusion of our fear alive; creatures, demented form, scary faces, and many more inexplicable beings. We often tangled in our limitless mind-creation visuals offered by medias, which ironically are the product of human mind, the sole and majestic creator of images.
Like Baudrillard once written in The Evil Demon Of Images, "images precede the real to the extent that they invert the causal and logical order of the real and its reproduction (Baudrillard 1987, p. 13)". The author (Baudrillard 1987) demonstrated that images, we have been
seeing, such as, photographic, movies and on television, deliver the facts to us and we believe it is the happenings in the today's world. However, it is just showing some things "to resemble reality, events and faces" to the public. Moreover, it takes on their appearance to resemble the other and makes them "enter the realm of metamorphosis despite themselves". In addition, the images are not simply reflecting the real. It could reflect reducing and distorting facts from the real or making better than the real. Since that time, the real is not real anymore, it is just thing to be belonged or taken by the just "real" – not the real.
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There, we, a postmodern society, lives in a hyperreal world of images. Demon to our soul and true entity. We are condemned by reality made by ourselves, framed and cut by the ruling class, portraying and offering the ‘reality’ we try to hold on in order to survive. We feed our soul simultaneously with this concept of the world.
And when we are blind to the reality of what our eyes able to see, may I ask, which one is more frightening for you now?
The pitch-black darkness,
Or the silence? In which you see none, but your ears can hear, …, you.
Are you afraid of the silence?
“Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?”
~Maurice Freehill
The time revoking all the sound and noise of this world into a single content situation when you breathe in and out in a manner of human capacity as we were born to be. Eyes curtain down, mind images slowly arise, your awareness moves from a large-universal scale step by step to the smallest figure of your being.
I am here
I am now
I am Me
The moment when you feel the air fills your lungs, travel into the little places of your body.
The moment when you seemingly alone, but actually you are with everything
The moment when you feel like you are surrounded the most
In silence, we are our own being, we are limitless, we are free, and we are naked
Cared the most
Intimidated the most
Seen the most
Hugged the most
Blessed the most
Judged the most
Hear, there are many hushes around you, telling you all the words the world might tell
The desire
The lust
The greed
The hate
The anger
The guilt
The shame
The obsession
Listen, there are many hushes around you, telling you all the words the world might not tell
The dream
The hope
The grateful
The love
The kindness
The forgiveness
The courage
The contentment
Are you afraid of the silence?
Or are you afraid of yourself
Take a moment,
Close your eyes,
Inhale
Exhale
Smile
Feel the vibrating world
Embrace all the surround sound
Feel the gentle air
Grasp the passing-by memories
Listen to your beating heart
Find the melody of the air traveling inside your body
Listen to them sing and dance in joy
Together happiness and sadness
Smile,
As now you are not anymore afraid of the silence
But you are blessed init
Silence is golden,
But my eyes still see
By Nandinne - Karmarati People
and also published on her blog http://
