“What are the fruits of silence?”
“They are self control, true courage, patience, dignity and reverence.”
“Silence is the corner stone of character.”
Guard your tongue in youth,
and in age you may mature a thought
that will be of use to your people.
– Big Chief Wabashaw
The phrase was uttered as a prognosis as much as a question and so we smiled an affirmative, in relief, that we were not the only one’s to have been thus transported…
It is not by happy chance, alone, that one is brought here, although happen stance can play a part in bringing people to this beguiling, auspicious place, which is not a place so much as a state of being…
For those who have never been, it’s inhabitants are apt to appear forgetful, or inept, or even…foolish.
There are no machines of any kind in Cloud City, nor or there any contraptions…
Of what use is it then, and what possible good can come of it?
It is a familiar conundrum.
Whenever we come across sites like this, and we seem to come across more than a few, there is an inevitable question.
How much of it is natural?
Without question much of it is, but the more one finds that is not natural then the more one tends to question that which was initially assumed to be so.
On our most recent jaunt we came across the suspicious looking stone above.
To my mind that was very obviously a positioned stone.
It is an interestingly enough shaped stone in itself but more than this, it seems almost inconceivable that it could have fallen like that or have been left by retreating ‘Ice Giants’.
But then there arises the inevitable following question.
So why was it positioned in this way?
And to this question, unfortunately, there is not always a readily forthcoming answer.
But this time we were lucky.
Question: ‘When is a stone, not a stone?’
Answer: ‘When it is a nose (and an eye).’