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The Sounds of Quiet<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Have you ever listened to the sound of quiet? The Quiet never quite lives up to its name, because there are always vague hummings and tickings that are almost not there. If you listen to the quiet it will tell you a story, but it might not be a story you\u2019ll want to hear. In the quiet hours while most of the world is sleeping, and I\u2019m awake, I realize how alone we all are. Some people think they connect with others, but in the quiet hours, no matter who else is there, I realize we are all trapped inside a body we can never escape from until death frees us.<\/span><\/p>\n Some of us love our bodies and we enshrine them in flattering raiment to be attractive to others, or we can attract others, or we\u2019re just narcissistic. Of course, what narcissist would ever admit to it? It\u2019s certainly not a flattering way to think of one\u2019s self. They would say there\u2019s nothing wrong with wanting to look nice. If everyone in the world were blind I wonder if they\u2019d feel the same way.<\/span><\/p>\n Then others are not so concerned about their bodies, we call them fat or obese or big, ugly, or unattractive. It doesn\u2019t really matter whether we have a beautiful body or an ugly one, we\u2019re all the same size inside. It\u2019s impossible to tell if a person was fat or thin or beautiful or ugly by looking at their skeleton. Skeletons all look pretty much the same. And the essence, the spirit, of each one of us, is exactly the same size. and they are all trapped inside our bodies until death sets them free.<\/span><\/p>\n In the quiet hours, I think of things like this and they seem somewhat jaded and profound, at least to me; but that may be because the quiet exaggerates things, and makes them seem more important, louder, or more fearsome than they really are. I am quite sure, though, that each of us has a spirit, an essence inside, and that they are all exactly the same size. They are the color of the wind but far more ethereal.<\/span><\/p>\n We can never connect with others \u2013 not really. Our essences can never touch. Maybe they can in some existential or metaphysical way, but most of us will never make that leap. There are three planes of love: Physical, Intellectual, and Spiritual. The most common form of love is physical love and most never move beyond it\u2026it is, by far, the most sought-after kind of love. It\u2019s the kind of love everyone can see \u2014 the lovely couple holding hands, the lovers strolling the beach. But some rare people experience intellectual love and are lucky enough to experience spiritual love. But, by far, the luckiest ones of all experience all three kinds of love with the same person. <\/span><\/p>\n These would be the ones who come closest to connecting with someone because their essences are as close to touching as they can ever be in this physical world. But most of us, just make do and live lives of quiet desperation. If you don\u2019t believe that, listen to the story the quiet tells you \u2014 you make not like it very much.<\/span><\/p>\n Most of us, don\u2019t like the quiet, we can\u2019t wait to escape from it \u2013 we flip on the TV, power on the computer, or turn on some music or white noise \u2014 anything to kill the quiet and the story it is trying to tell us.<\/span><\/p>\n It is quiet here now, the hummings and the tickings faintly paint a surreal soundscape, and I\u2019m listening to the story the quiet is telling me. I\u2019m listening intently because while it may not be a story I want to hear, it is one I need to hear. I need to hear it often.<\/span><\/p>\n In the quiet hours, I see myself as I really am. Seeing ourselves as we really are, is something most of us never want to see.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Sounds of Quiet Have you ever listened to the sound of quiet? 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