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      <title>The Fear of Silence</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Many people believe they simply enjoy having hustle and bustle around them. They leave the television running in the background, reach for their phone in every free second, throw themselves into work, or look for the next stimulus.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know this from myself. For a long time, it was not a zest for life — it was a flight from silence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because the moment the last sound around me fades away and I simply do nothing, I suddenly find myself standing in front of a mountain. Down in the noise of the valley, I could still avoid myself. But here, at the foot of silence, there is no escape anymore. Only the &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rdquo; remains. Unvarnished, without distraction, without a role, without excuses. Just me and the voices in my head.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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