Silence is not silent. Eloquence could be chaos. But deep silence is most eloquent. Eloquence of silence is not chaos. It is the one source of ultimate infinite intelligence. It is the space between galaxies, between our breaths. It is not empty, void, but is the core and potential ground the very threshold of the existence. It is the supreme creative intelligence, the quantum fountain, from which wolds appear and disappear like a richly choreographed dance. Silence is the ground that holds all of existence tother in a seamless tapestry of infinite creativity that is the cosmos. Only in silence do I feel the oneness.