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Now we will count to twelve  and we will all keep still for once on the face of the earth, let's not speak in any language, let's stop for a second,  and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment without rush,  without engines we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands.

Those who  prepare green wars, wars with gas,  wars with fire,   victories with no  survivors,  would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade,  doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused with total inactivity.  Life is what it is about,   I want no truck with  death.

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving,  and for once could do nothing,  perhaps a huge silence might interrupt  this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death.

Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count up to twelve and you keep quiet    and I will go.

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