The depths of total silence are unknown,
And the paths to quietude have vanished.
As waves of man’s cacophony have grown,
Our islands of stillness have been banished.
The Earth, of course, is restive in its way;
To roar and whisper calls of life and death.
Yet on occasion there would be a day:
When mighty earthly lungs would hold their breath;
When glassy sea a hushed reserve would keep;
When restless winds would cease their reverie;
When ceaseless life would pause as though asleep;
And all creation mute and noiseless be!
Yet, instantly the moment falls apart;
As man will hiccup, sneeze, or grunt and fart.
Mick McKellar
September 2015
Noise levels seem incessantly on the rise, and the source of that clanging, tinkling, slamming, banging, rumbling, and roaring is our technology. I do not ever remember silence, as tinnitus has haunted me all my life. Many still seek peace and quiet -- relying on our technology to synthesize silence.
Mick
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