My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear — a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence. The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
Khalil GibranI purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.
Khalil Gibran