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We have lost a sense of reverence and respect in our culture.
Silence is an endangered species.
People seem to be allergic to quiet.
Friday evening my husband and I went to the symphony and sat in front of folks who talked through large portions of the music. They did not whisper. They did not pass a note. They talked in normal conversational tones. Their need to comment on the music overrode any sense of respect for the musicians and the fellow patrons. How rude!
Saturday afternoon I attended the funeral of a lovely 96-year old woman. Sitting in the sanctuary, listening to the organ prelude could have been a lovely time of reflection and prayer, were it not for the two women near the back who conversed in loud voices that carried across the room. They were oblivious to the turned heads, the furrowed brows, the hairy eyeballs, the multiple mute pleas to be quiet. What would have been appropriate for the grocery aisle was so wrong before a gathering to honor the deceased. It wasn’t fitting. It was a time to keep silence, a time to bow the head, a time to contemplate our own mortality.
“The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to speak.”
~ Baruch Spinoza
End of rant.