“I cut my daily silences from one hour to 25 minutes; and
then, almost a year later, to every other day. I knew this was fatal — that the
key to gaining sustainable composure from meditation was rigorous discipline
and practice, every day, whether you felt like it or not, whether it felt as if
it were working or not. Like weekly Mass, it is the routine that gradually
creates a space that lets your life breathe. But the world I rejoined seemed to
conspire to take that space away from me. “I do what I hate,” as the oldest son
says in Terrence Malick’s haunting Tree of Life.
I haven’t given up, even as, each day, at various moments, I
find myself giving in. There are books to be read; landscapes to be walked;
friends to be with; life to be fully lived. And I realize that this is, in some
ways, just another tale in the vast book of human frailty. But this new
epidemic of distraction is our civilization’s specific weakness. And its threat
is not so much to our minds, even as they shape-shift under the pressure. The
threat is to our souls. At this rate, if the noise does not relent, we might
even forget we have any.”
Andrew Sullivan, “I Used to Be a Human Being.” New York Magazine. 20 Sep. 2016
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