Beauty can only be understood, lived, known, when there is total silence. You cannot see the beauty of the mountain and the clear blue sky when the mind is chattering endlessly, when the mind is occupied with problems. It can see that beauty only in total silence. And that silence cannot be achieved through time, that is, ‘I will be silent tomorrow. I will practice certain methods’ – all that childish rubbish to ‘achieve’ silence. That silence comes about, in all its totality and depth and beauty and vigour, only when the fragmentation of life, right from the beginning, ceases.