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the vow of silence, that's the mind-blower. see, talking is what I do... I t's a real need with me, a craving, I'm like a word junkie. I never shut up. I talk to myself, I talk in my sleep. the idea of voluntarily turning off that tap, I can't imagine it it'd be like, I don't know, all the rivers in the world just slammed to a stop. no churning, no flowing, no white water, just stillness, crushing stillness. I don't think I could stand it, locked up like that in my own psyche. I'd collapse into myself, I'd implode