As this day is sacred to the Goddess Tacita, Dea Muta, the goddess of silence, I'll tackle Socrates Cafe's first question:
Does silence have a practical value?
My mother always said that if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
Another old adage goes:
A wise old owl sat on an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Now why aren't we all like that wise old bird?
If nothing else, a shut mouth stops you from sticking your foot in it.
Silence, as they say, is golden... so get rich quick!
(another one from my mother)
Loose lips sink ships.
Silence is often taken for granted in our society. Everyone wants to be heard and acknowledged. Some scholars say that the goddessTacita is the personification of the terror of obscurity. If this is true, then she must be the goddess of our age; so many people seem to be afraid they'll be forgotten unless they add their two cents worth, even when their two cents is worth less than a cent.
A lot can be learned from biting your tongue. When you stop talking and start listening, you start to hear things that people don't really mean to reveal. When you're quiet, people start to forget you're even there.
I once went a week without saying a word and no one noticed. Nothing went unsaid... someone else was there to say it. I learned to speak when asked to. There's no need to include yourself in a conversation; someone will invariably ask for your input. People seek you out if you are a "good listener" who can "keep a secret." They respect your opinion because you are obviously a "deep thinker."
Silence is the armor that protects you from both your own folly and the folly of others. Though it is true that failure to speak when the time is right can be disasterous, you will never know when the time has come if you have not learned to listen. It is impossible to hear fate whispering in your ear if your mouth is constantly on the go.
The Zoroastrian festival of Spenta Armaiti Spandarmat, the Festival of Cultivators or Festival of Women, is a Persian festival.
Copernicus was born today in 1473. He was called a fool for his claims that the earth revolved around the sun.
On the sixth day of the Parentalia and beginning of Feralia, offerings are left at the tombs. The souls of the dead are appeased with small gifts brought to the extinguished pyres. The dead value piety more than any costly gift. Such gifts might include a tile wreathed with votive garlands, a sprinkling of corn, a few grains of salt, bread soaked in wine, or some loose violets. These offerings are set on a potsherd in the middle of the road, and prayers and the appropriate words are said at hearths set up for the purpose. From this time until the 21st, Tacita, the silent Goddess (Dea Muta) is honored. She is also called Lara, mother of the Lares. She is asked to bind hostile speech and unfriendly words.