“And yet our need for quiet has never fully gone away, because
our practical achievements, however spectacular, never quite fulfill us. They
are always giving way to new wants and needs, always requiring updating or
repairing, always falling short. The mania of our online lives reveals this: We
keep swiping and swiping because we are never fully satisfied. The late British
philosopher Michael Oakeshott starkly called this truth “the deadliness of
doing.” There seems no end to this paradox of practical life, and no way out,
just an infinite succession of efforts, all doomed ultimately to fail.
Except, of course, there is the option of a spiritual
reconciliation to this futility, an attempt to transcend the unending cycle of
impermanent human achievement. There is a recognition that beyond mere doing,
there is also being; that at the end of life, there is also the great silence
of death with which we must eventually make our peace. From the moment I
entered a church in my childhood, I understood that this place was different
because it was so quiet. The Mass itself was full of silences — those liturgical
pauses that would never do in a theater, those minutes of quiet after communion
when we were encouraged to get lost in prayer, those liturgical spaces that
seemed to insist that we are in no hurry here. And this silence demarcated what
we once understood as the sacred, marking a space beyond the secular world of
noise and business and shopping.
If the churches came to understand that the greatest threat to
faith today is not hedonism but distraction, perhaps they might begin to appeal
anew to a frazzled digital generation. Christian leaders seem to think that
they need more distraction to counter the distraction. Their services have
degenerated into emotional spasms, their spaces drowned with light and noise
and locked shut throughout the day, when their darkness and silence might
actually draw those whose minds and souls have grown web-weary. But the
mysticism of Catholic meditation — of the Rosary, of Benediction, or simple
contemplative prayer — is a tradition in search of rediscovery. The monasteries
— opened up to more lay visitors — could try to answer to the same needs that
the booming yoga movement has increasingly met.”
Andrew Sullivan, “I Used to Be a Human Being.” New York Magazine. 20 Sep. 2016
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