Talking silence

Silence?! I have been thinking a lot about silence these days...especially because it was Easter time and maybe the Resurrection had a powerful impact on all of us (Christians). I am not a church-goer but I went there on  Easter Eve and I had that rare-moment feeling that I am not alone, that I can look into a stranger's eyes and see compassion, acceptance, maybe friendliness. It was funny because we find it natural to fear the strangers, to see a potential evil mind/intention in them, rather than expecting a helping hand or a non-profit willingness.
It's the  modern times curse, I guess, it's the high number of people living in big cities without actually knowing each other.
But there are moments (like this) when we don't need to say anything, to prove anything and to look into each others eyes without embarrassment, without fearing to be seen as an awkward attitude. And all that is done in perfect silence, no one has to say anything, just the eyes and hands make the whole picture, just like the pieces of a puzzle that we can re-arrange into a message.
But after a few days everything comes back to normal the way it was...the buses are too crowded and each time we touch somebody's hand we immediately back out, infuriated by the lack of intimacy, the queues for a coffee or a  hamburger in a fast-food make us nervous, because sometimes we have to stick too close to somebody else, even waiting at the red traffic light can force us to see the face behind the steering wheel and the most frustrating thing is humanizing the others, having to acknowledge the existence of pain, sufferings, happiness and life outside our inner circle.There is no greater pain or happiness than our own...That is why I guess we are stressed, unfulfilled, frustrated, unmotivated.
I miss the sound of silence (= peace of mind, stillness,lack of hazardous fears and ability to be happy just because) when reading a book, when drinking a coffee with my friends, when contemplating the clouds show, the laughter of children playing or the face of my loved-ones. I know I lost the skills of being happy just- because and I am struggling to get them back.
There are two types of invitations I am going to make hoping like this I can offer you a taking-off track for the lost dreams and lack of daring powers:
-find a bit of time and read  The book of tells, Peter Collett
-watch a wonderful  pantomime show