Silence unto oneself.

Imagine a darkly painted room with no windows. A single unshaded lamp that would flicker when you spoke your mind.

Would you become so hoarse in desperation of the comforting light? Or be content to stay in the darkness.

Where would your emotional balance be with light and all its benefits depending upon your voice.

Not just your voice but your true voice. If the lamp could tell when you were lying and not light up as much. Would you be content?

Would you love lamp?