Fasting from words, fasting from a volume of speech, being willing to humbly accept the yoke of silence and quietude deprives the tongue of the mastery of our hearts and minds. The tongue is a very useful tool for the art of love and for the art of prayer, but it is also the means by which we afflict others and even our own selves so often. So it must be called into holy obedience.
I was regretting the past and fearing the future. Suddenly You were speaking:
"My name is I am." You paused. I waited.
You continued. "When you live in the past, with its mistakes and regrets, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Was."
"When you live in the future, with its problems and fears, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not I Will Be."
"When you live in this moment, it is not hard. I am here."
"My name is I Am."