GLORIOUS VISTA: A MOUNT ZION RIDGE SUNSET
"We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and
restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature -
trees, flowers, and grass grows in silence; see the stars,
the moon and the sun, how they move in silence ... We need
silence to be able to touch souls." - Mother Teresa
By Bob Weaver
I'm sorta slow figuring what's wrong with the world, but it came to me out on the Husk Ridge, sitting under an old persimmon tree and gazing at Paulcer's Knob.
It's the absence of silence.
I came out the Husk to enjoy the quiet, with its infrequent disruption of a hunter's gunshot or a meandering ATV coming around the ridge.
I survive the 24/7 hubris of the 2016 presidential campaign by turning to docile public radio and TV, and here we are doing the same again, ignoring the rants of the talking heads and generally ignoring the several hundred channels on satellite TV, with the exception of some old movies whose plot thickens quietly without the prime products of Hollywood and TV, visceral violence and in-your-face sex.
In American culture, TV is quite willing to feature the vile, immoral, and accusatory words of candidates, the public immune to the racket, wanting to be entertained even more.
TV's news is full of exciting chatter and video, entertaining the beliefs of the left and right with blame, further polarizing the viewers and radicalizing them, while Washington gets little done.
Much of it has created a nation of fear and detachment.
I have renewed my option to tune it out, reading more.
Reading has the virtue of silence.
Some will remember there was a time that people actually sat down and talked to each other, and in between those conversations was silence, sometimes long silence, absent the compulsive need to fill the time with chatter or entertainment.
At my grandparents home at Hur, family members and visitors would sit on the enclosed front porch and story-tell or comment on the news or politics, after which there would be long silences, a period of absorption or reflection.
There was more real conversation at the country stores, and most every other place one would visit on a given day.
Judge Larry Whited reminded me of such when he causally said, "Everything I needed to know about life, I learned on the porch of the country store at Zona."
Silence, the quiet, gives time for critical thinking, sorting through the information, coming up with solutions or new ideas, or perhaps one of life's great blessings, reconciliation.
With brains now programmed for constant noise and entertainment, the absence of such seems abnormal.
It is the conspicuous consumption of the mind.
Neil Postman's book, written over 20 years ago, says we are surely "Amusing Ourselves to Death." We're facebooking, texting, twittering, gaming, cell-phoning, e-mailing, downloading, browsing, and surfing, not to mention watching TV and movies.
We have all sorts of devices connected to our bodies to "keep us in touch," and stimulated.
Could it be that such clutter defines what's wrong with education, flunking to rise to minimal achievement across America.
It can't compete.
And even if it could, the efforts would likely become part of the noise.
Albert Einstein once said, while others say he was misquoted, "I fear the day that technology will surpass our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots," whose survival will depend primarily on being stimulated.
Postman wrote, "We have been habituated to visual entertainment measured out in spoonfuls at a time, but what happens when we come to expect the same thing from our politics and public discourse?"
Postman asked what happens when journalism, education, and religion
become forms of show business.
Surely it has.
Only in silence can one make powerful spiritual connections or have an epiphany or have meaningful discovery.
Have we arrived in time where silence has been shoved aside?
I am surely blessed, to have written a few quiet words under a persimmon tree.
“We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence.
It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.”
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