Some guests came to my house this morning. I didn't know them, but they seemed certain this was the right house and I always try to be a good host. I let them in, offered drinks, and we chatted for a while.
They seemed like interesting enough people. They were students, all of them intelligent, devoted to their studies and eloquent enough to actually have something interesting to say about them. There were students of philosophy, the arts, language, psychology, and science--and all of them managed to contribute their disparate knowledge seamlessly into our conversation.
Eventually one of them asked the question, "What are we here for?" I felt the question was banal, but these were my guests. I began to answer the question, and noticed that a silence fell over the group. There were a few snickers.
"No, I mean, what are we here for? I don't remember why we're at your house."
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Silence and snickers should not have stopped you expounding your world philosophies! If they'd started spasming and foaming at the mouth in front of you...well then you could have shut up. But silence....silence is an invitation! Think of a snicker as applause of the mouth!
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