It's said that the journey to God has an end, but the journey in God is endless. All of reality is simply zero blooming into infinity.
~ Jory Pryor in BECOMING ALL LIGHT: THE NON-DUAL HEART OF CHRISTIANITY
I surround myself with silence. The silence is within me, permeates my house, reaches beyond the surfaces of the outer walls and into the bordering woods. It is one silence, continuous from within me, outward in all directions: above, beneath, forward, rearward, sideward. In the silence I listen, I watch, I sense, I attend, I observe. I require this silence. I search it out. The finely drawn treble song of a white-throated sparrow is part of it. Invasions of it by the noise of engines are a torment to me. This is my solitude.