“Silence”
“Sitting in his lumpy armchair, whose fabric, the color of snow peas, showed the fading caused by years spent in living-room sunshine and the stains and rips received, like service wounds, at the hands of coffee-drinking neighbors and boys still learning how to whittle, engaged in the soundless production of smoke rings, Skylar found himself sinking deeper and deeper into the silent stillness of Being. Once he had reached a deep level of inner stillness, he discovered that the outside world fell into the same mood. External noises hushed; outside movement stopped. It seemed that Consciousness, like some all-powerful sovereign who, by her mere presence, commands, had brought the physical world to its knees. The silent peace of Consciousness had, like a gigantic, soft cloud, covered and quieted everything in Skylar’s surroundings.”