You liked that state of stillness, and you want it to continue. But what continues is not silence; it is your memory of the thing that has been. Therefore silence has no continuity. When there is that silence – if ever you come to it, if you have laid the foundation (and you cannot come to it without laying the foundation rightly) – then there is no time, no sense of a continuity of something that you have had. Love has no continuity, has it? If it has continuity, it is no longer love. You don’t see the beauty of this, unfortunately.