A full day and night of silence in an increasingly wired up world is a rare happening indeed. Bless Planet Bali for sticking to and maintaining what is of course a tradition with incredibly deep spiritual meaning and ancient cultural significance. For those who will immerse in the vacuum of expansive quiet and retouch reality for a short period, it can be a glimpse of not only what Bali once was, but also a direct experience of what life really is doing, in between the frantic insanity of our human made mind stuff.
One can only imagine and speculate what The Street Dogs are doing, on very empty very quiet deserted Bali. In the human realm there are those who revel in silence and slowness and others who even at the mere thought of such torture exhibit agitation to the point of physical self immolation.
In the canine world there are also personalities that mirror such human types. Which if you take that to be a scientifically observed fact on the level of dog, it can only mean that right at this very moment, there are absolutely hoards of hounds hunkered down out there. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands. All of them raising their snouts to the air and in one unified force, a pack of free roaming pooch are collectively taking very deep slow breaths, long languid whiffs and giving high praise indeed to whatever Dog God they worship.
As they take back the streets that once were their ancestral homelands, all of them out there, are offering themselves and their stressed out minds to the deity of all dogs. As they gather around once again at this ancient and designated time of ritual, with paws held high and tails erect, they celebrate in luxuriant silence and peace. And all the while, deep respect and humble homage is given to their master, the wise one who invented such a wondrous tradition.
A strict no negotiation law, that forcibly locks up all those annoying bipeds, for one full quiet day and one full dark and silent night.
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