A handy silence
I thought yesterday about how the family secrets and social taboos are born.
Perhaps, in the beginning, in human relationships, we stop talking openly about something because it becomes uncomfortable for us, and then this becomes a secret over time.
As time flows and generations succeed one another, the matter loses its visibility and it ceases to be part of anybody knowledge, disappearing from our consciousness to enter the sphere of an unthinkable subject.
It seems to me there is a process behind this. A question arises. Looking at the very beginning of the process: the deliberate abandonment of speech and public expression of a given subject - by omitting words that define our opinions and feelings - is it not a sign of immaturity?
Therefore, if we cannot express ourselves on a certain matter, does the absence of dialogue, the conspiracy of silence, our silence, express our immaturity?
Can only what is mature make something suitable for disclosure, and thus, when we don't talk to others about something is it because we are still immature in our private reality?
Maturity distances itself from the process which created it - like wisdom does it with the foolishness – although, paradoxically, maturity looks at youth with awe and admiration.
The reflection of yesterday on taboos brings me to the thought that taboos do not represent any negative or positive aspect in our lives. I believe it is only one of instruments in the process of becoming mature. A instrument that loses its usefulness when we attain wisdom.
And one last restless question from yesterday: what will happen to the unthinkable?
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