"All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone." - Blaise Pascal
"The unspoken word is capital. We can invest it or we can squander it." - Mark Twain
"The good and the wise lead quiet lives." - Euripides
It's quiet in here.
My changes in domicile over the past couple of years have taken me from living with two other humans and a dog, to two other humans and two dogs, to two other humans, two dogs, and a cat, to three other humans, two dogs, and a cat, and now to five other humans, two dogs, and four cats.
At one time in my life I was a much more frequent companion to this thing called quiet. Now, it's almost never quiet. Except at night, sometimes, I should add--after we've eaten and put everything away, and all are in bed but me, it's quiet. Then I like to sit at the table with my trusty laptop, using the quiet as a support system, a place from which to launch my creative self into the challenges of bringing to life a world on paper.
It's not night right now, though. It's middle of the afternoon, and yet it's quiet. One of the other humans is away on a business trip. Another is in class. Two are at work. One is resting from a long night at a convention. The dogs are snoozing in little patches of sunlight. The cats, meanwhile, are doing their best to prove the nocturnal nature of felines.
That leaves me.
Quiet is a funny place to be. When we have too much of it, it drives us nuts. When we don't have enough of it, we hunger for its presence.
A lot has been said about it. Brainyquote.com has twenty four pages of quotations about it, in fact. Quiet fuels the creative mind, some believe. Quiet allows others to reconnect with life, the universe, and everything. Some brag of its importance, and of its power.
Quiet is curing, healing.
I like quiet. Soon enough, my companions will return to this space, and the quiet will be replaced by the raucous noises of fellowship. I like those, too. Still, quiet is special.
Have a great, quiet day!