There is an instructive silence. The chattering goes on around it, and nothing is learned from the chattering. The silence remains silent and somehow speaks. Could be like a prism; an empty crystal that reveals. The silence says not a word but is always revealing; perpetually, silently indicative. It’s non-specific, and quite definite. It reflects conditions, and is unconditioned. It indicates suchness; it indicates an edgeless sphere large enough to contain all of time.