We live in a culture that is so accustomed to noise that we have learned to value noise over silence. Whether it is the constant superficial chatter that we surround ourselves with or the noise inside our own heads, we have grown comfortable with it in such a way that we now depend on it. Our lives have become merely a reflection of this constant noise within our minds and we live wrapped up in its knots, counfounded within its twists and turns. We have forgotten that between constant activity, constant entertainment and mind-numbing lethargy lies a deep stillness. Forgotten how to hear the sounds of birdsong, how to watch the sun rise. How often is it that we are too ‘busy’ to give our children care and attention? in too much of a hurry to look into the eyes of the beggar on the road?
It is a pity. For if there were any cure for our growing self-importance, any end to the violence…. it would be this.