You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.by (https://www.brainpickings.org/2019/11/21/kahlil-gibran-prophet-talking/?mc_cid=190867f242&mc_eid=d361d399e1)
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