Sometimes silence can be most eloquent reply
It is the doctrine of the popular music-masters that whoever can speak can sing. So probably every man is eloquent once in his life. We have our temperaments differ in capacity of heat, or, we boil at different degrees. One man is brought to the boiling-point by the excitement of conversation in the parlor where some requires the additional caloric of a multitude, some needs antagonist and some needs nothing less than the grandeur of absolute ideas but we do at certain point and everyone realizes that.
So you may think what about it.?
Because every man is an orator, no matter how long so ever he may have been a mute, an assembly of men is so much more susceptible. So how does it affects men? The eloquence of one has potentiality to stimulates all the rest, some up to the speaking-point, and all others to a degree that makes them good receivers and conductors, and they avenge themselves for their enforced silence by increased loquacity on their return to the fireside.
The plight of these phlegmatic brains is better than that of those who prematurely boil, and who impatiently break silence before their time. In our world we often exhibit a small-pot-soon-hot style of eloquence. Then each one in turn exhibits similar symptoms,—redness in the face, volubility, violent gesticulation, delirious attitudes, occasional stamping, a selfish enjoyment of his sensations, and loss of perception of the sufferings of the audience.
So always have lust to speak eloquent but not being irascible. It marks the universal feeling of the energy of the world engine, and the curiosity men feel to touch the springs. It can careworn the most wonderful effects that you would had never imagined.
‘His words, like a storm-wind, can bring
Terror and beauty on their wing’
They say “Beautiful” ! What it is? Why they say it? Isn’t everything beautiful in World? So let’s try to define what is beauty, it is the constitution of all things, or such the plastic power of the human eye, that the primary forms, as the sky, the mountain, the tree, the animal, give us a delight in and for themselves; a pleasure arising from outline, color, motion, and grouping.
But again is it just because of material things we see? This seems partly owing to the globular organs of sight itself. Yea that is eye. The eye is the best of artists. Wanna know Why? By the mutual action of its structure and of the laws of light, perspective is produced, which integrates every mass of objects, of what character soever, into a well colored and shaded globe, so that where the particular objects are mean and unaffecting, the landscape which they compose is round and symmetrical.
And as the eye is the best composer, so light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make beautiful. Just imagine what will be beauty is if creatures got no eye? Which make me say, even the corpse has its own beauty. Hence, Beauty is in you.
To find peace, I usually go on terrace where we find such a beautiful sky you can look to it for hours. Sometimes I wonder why this atmosphere was made transparent with this design? It could have been blue, green, yellow, translucent type but why not? It was made like that so that we can feel the presence of universe, the heavenly bodies that exist in Universe, those beautiful stars that gives hope to us.
But then again every night I go to terrace I see stars, why? Why was it so necessary for nature to make us feel Presence of them every night? What if they appear once in one year? I feel, if that happens, how would men believe and adore them, those beautiful moments that give you feel of Universe.
Those envoys of beauty comes out every night and light the universe with their admonishing smile, creating a kindred impressing to your open mind.
I would end with ‘Go, speed the stars of Thought’.