Noise is what happens when we cannot listen. To an attentive mother, a baby's cry is a sound to be embraced, To someone else it is just racket. Alienated from inner stillness, we experience much of the sound in our world as an assault. We try to protect ourselves from incoming sounds, sheltering behind our fragile defenses and becoming increasingly stressed as the bombardment relentlessly continues. Noise is what happens when we feel most fragile and unsettled within our own psyche. Would it not be better to clam our own agitation than to fight a losing battle against a world that will not go away?

Christina Feldman, Silence