‘They [trains] race along, they rumble, they clatter as they hurry by for the good of humanity, so they tell us! Too much noise and industry has got into humanity, there is little spiritual peace’, complains one thinker who has sought seclusion. ‘That may be so’, comes the triumphant reply from another thinker who is always traveling about, ‘but the clatter of carts bringing bread to a starving humanity is perhaps better than spiritual peace’.
Fydor Dostoevsky The Idiot (1868)
There will always be noise. The universe is filled with noise. What constitutes how it is defined is largely cultural. Spiritual peace is not the absence of noise but instead comfort with the unknown. The unknown - the unexplained and obscure - will always exist; peace comes with how we engage it.
There will always be noise. The universe is filled with noise. What constitutes how it is defined is largely cultural. Spiritual peace is not the absence of noise but instead comfort with the unknown. The unknown - the unexplained and obscure - will always exist; peace comes with how we engage it.
