And re-reading essays I wrote about the meeting place of opposites in the universe--the meeting of conscious and unconscious, Self and Other, nature and man.... that writing
gave me the opportunity to read so many wonderful things written by artists, Jungian psychologists, and even quantum physicists. All of it for me boiled down to the realization that 
we are so far from being alone. The voices of all these Others can be heard - in dreams, in listening to nature, in meditation. They are heard, paradoxically, in silence. In the middle of the night, awakened by a dream in which I asked, "how can we better hear them?" I had written:
"The silence doesn't require goodness/morality. But it does require--truth? Truth to it, being true to it, to the silence--what it asks is our renewed truth. Whatever it asks we must give."
