It’s all so very noisy, isn’t it?
Yes, we are designed with two ears , those funny looking cauliflower sort of things on either side of our head, yet only one mouth, so the natural deduction to be made is that we are meant to listen more than we talk……we are supposed to take in what our world has to teach us, more than we are meant to spew forth our misguided beliefs and certitudes into the world……God forbid we should learn something by the sheer peaceful act of receiving and melting into the profound quiet of the world around us.
You know how your eye muscles seem to relax when face to face with a smooth endless horizon? Such calm, such reassurance that in that far seeing moment the world – our world- is okay…as it peacefully should be. Our eyes become another sort of ears in that stretch of gracious recognition: quiet soothes us, and the far distant cries of hungry gulls cheer us on to endure.
Since Trump has invaded our greater public life, the noise has become unbearable, like listening to a beloved symphony a quarter note under pitch. Those of us with astute ears, and we all are gifted with that ability if we would only allow it to operate….those of us with perfect pitch know the music he bleats is diseased with out of place sharps and flats, even though what he says is shaped like the human symphony, the blessed music, but the under pitch discomfort of his essential greed and insecurities sours the milk, upsets our stomachs.
If Trump we’re an opera singer attempting to express a beloved aria, our rotten tomatoes would pelt him from the stage, and if one particular fruit contained a poison dart, we would be glad.
Trump makes noise, not sense.
Then, one magical afternoon, our collective soul healing truth tellers decided to stop listening to this evil man, and pulled all forms of audio broadcasting from his ugly cement press conferences, his self aggrandizing braggadocio, his utter and complete deceit, and our day became magically better.
The sound of pure crystal water babbling peaceful, beneath perfect trees became the sanity we knew we’d been missing, but were too weakened to recapture….. our Main Stream Press did it for us.
Silence is golden, and I’m not talking about the cheap, gaudy plaster imitation gold of Trumps askew fantasies, but pure sincere gold, the precious metal from a tired and weakened soil……a peaceful afternoon like no other.
Someone sew his lips together so we never have to hear that horrifying sound again……his voice as pure nonsensical torture…..
All praise the Press for helping to restore our hearing….and our sanity.