the sanctity of silence ^¥^
now that i am here
on my mountain-top
i have grown
increasingly reluctant
to disturb the silence
it's so quiet and
here
i don't think
it's just this place
i've been headed
this direction for awhile
embracing the quiet
the solitude
as a book i
read recently put it:
"the right to not be addressed"
that's the thing
we are constantly
with
w o r d s
♪♪ S O U N D S ♪♪
in the past year
or so
i've felt myself
my being
oversaturated with it
the ever present
cavalcade
of content
arcade fire's 'infinite content'
resounding in my head:
and it's true
but i think
we're
mostly
infinitly
discontent
at least i am
so
i dialed out of it
largely
i think most of us
on the pub have
i've realized
that a big part
of what is missing
in modern life
is the quiet spaces
the spaces where i
can just
<<<think>>>
and
BE
not be injected with
another's thoughts
or the petitions of
a corporation
or the narrative of
a media organization
just be
content
to be
without
content
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I really enjoyed reading this ~wolfinthewoods. Howl on, thinker :}
Fascinating that inner content (being/feeling sense) is proportional to the inverse of external content (data/info sense).
Which, of course, says that infinite inner content equals zero external content....