Contradictions...and whispered in the sound of silence(Simon and Garfunkel)

This is a funny thing...people ask me how is possible to ,,jump,, from
one extreme to the other?..How is possible to be something now,then,be
the opposite?
It comes down to whom YOU are,the real you I mean...not the fake
mental-temporal projections of what YOU are.
Not the ,,imagined,, you (for the ego must protect itself,and does it
in myriads way..)
Who are you?
Are you the college student?..the housewife?..the mighty Bill
Gates?..the one who knows?..the one who is single?..the one who is
married?..
What IF..what if ...you ARE not that?..
Once you ARE in the middle,you can become anything,this is the answer.
For you are stuck with the personal subconscious.
And that one is connected with the collective one.
And if you do NOT go back to the SOURCE(real you/spirit) you will
loose your attention.And the others will mold you according to their
image about you,sooner or later.

If I tell you a truth now..this is the greatest.

EVERYBODY you meet..it will try to mold you in their own
image.EVERYBODY you meet ..it will try to protect his self-image(fake
one) and will try EVERYTHING to protect his self-image.
The problem here is not the logical brain,but the subsconscious one.

If one could just ,,detach,, and be the ,,observer,,(spirit within)
One would understand the contradictions.
This is NOT possible without the meditation practice.Simple
impossible.Because one must direct the attention to the spirit
within,and to do that,one must meditate,and be in SILENCE.The sound of
Silence...
Daniel
.......

The Sound Of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the
sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone
`neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night and touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never shared, no one dared disturb
the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "you do not know, silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach
you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of
silence.

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made
and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway
walls
and tenement halls and whispered in the sound of silence."