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The Taciturn Tongue<br />

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characterizes our age as one <strong>of</strong> nihilism, <strong>the</strong> legacy <strong>of</strong> God’s complete<br />

annulment, but an age virtually ignorant <strong>of</strong> this death and more so <strong>of</strong><br />

its causes. Debord declares that ours is <strong>the</strong> “society <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> spectacle,” 13<br />

though surely no time before our own has been as determined and<br />

defined by so much relentless sound. Is this not an example <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

paradox <strong>of</strong> silence? The spectacle reduces all to <strong>the</strong> gaze <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> observer,<br />

but <strong>the</strong> silence <strong>of</strong> this reduction is overwhelming and calls forth <strong>the</strong><br />

rush <strong>of</strong> speech to insulate against <strong>the</strong> terror <strong>of</strong> silence’s indeterminacy.<br />

Nietzsche could name <strong>the</strong> rhythmic repetition <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> silence <strong>of</strong><br />

silence as <strong>the</strong> eternal recurrence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> same and know it as his most<br />

abysmal and yet most liberating thought, for while in <strong>the</strong> eternal recurrence<br />

life is repeatedly affirmed in its repetition, death is also both<br />

continuously staved <strong>of</strong>f and repeated ad infinitum. Could it be that <strong>the</strong><br />

pure silence left in <strong>the</strong> wake <strong>of</strong> God’s death can only be known by not<br />

knowing <strong>the</strong> meaning <strong>of</strong> that silence? Is it not precisely this that most<br />

characterizes <strong>the</strong> present consciousness?<br />

� � �<br />

Silence resounds spatially, despite its apparent temporal dislocation.<br />

Is this its secret? And if silence does speak, <strong>the</strong>n it can be said that <strong>the</strong>re<br />

is a type <strong>of</strong> sound to silence. Levinas teaches that “sound is <strong>the</strong> quality<br />

most detached from an object. Its relation with <strong>the</strong> substance from which<br />

it emanates is not inscribed in its quality. It resounds impersonally. Even<br />

its timbre, a trace <strong>of</strong> its belonging to an object, is submerged in its quality,<br />

and does not retain <strong>the</strong> structure <strong>of</strong> a relation. Hence in listening we do<br />

not apprehend a ‘something,’ but are without concepts.” 14 This impersonal<br />

quality, however, does not necessarily indicate a nonrelation with<br />

<strong>the</strong> listener, or a relation without affectivity. It could also signify a universal<br />

aspect, an issuing forth <strong>of</strong> sense to all who have <strong>the</strong> ears to hear,<br />

all <strong>the</strong> while leaving open <strong>the</strong> nonspatial hermeneutical space.<br />

Silence dictates that we not only recognize it through its opposite,<br />

speech, but that we locate it phenomenally, in <strong>the</strong> earth, <strong>the</strong> cosmos, in<br />

ourselves, and in <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. Nietzsche, Levinas, and Lyotard all refer in<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir own way to <strong>the</strong> “listening eye, 15 a term used earlier by Swedenborg,<br />

16 realizing that <strong>the</strong> meaning <strong>of</strong> silence cannot be fully reduced to<br />

speech but never<strong>the</strong>less cannot be absolutely separated from language<br />

if it is to have any signification at all. Knowing when and where to<br />

speak is <strong>the</strong> key to understanding, or at least effectively interpreting, this

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