Quiet

Silence is the voice of god, the almighty, source, yahweh, beatrice, or whatever it is you call the unifying intelligence of existence.  In those silent moments we commune in our highest capacity.

So why am I talking?  Good question.  I'll meditate on it.

I don't suppose it's way outside of reason to view the cacophony of noise that surrounds us (from advertisements at the gas pump to the unnecessary muzak at the dollar store to the talking/unthinking heads on the nightly "news") as the most sinister form of anti-deifying schlock we could have ever dreamed up. 

I've learned more from sitting silently on mountaintops than I have from nearly forty years of television.  I've accepted my godliness not through the class-based, arrogance-fueled American Dream, but through rising above border and tribal lines.  Anytime I compromise, it's through a desire for peace, not material gain.  In silence, I feel at peace.  Like Paul said, let it be.

Again, why am I talking?  I suppose my great hope is to use my mouth-hole-noise to bring peaceful thoughts.  To be, as San Francesco wished, a channel for peace, as well.