In a House of Prayer I visited, the neighbor's bandsaw kept tormenting the people who had come there for a few days of silence. "How on earth can this screeching be a blessing?" one of them asked me, "It drives me up the wall!" My suggestion was, "try simply to listen; don't give the sound a name." In this case, it worked. A few days later, when I came back, I got this surprising account: "I did what you said, and when I forgot what it was, the noise suddenly sounded like the voice of an archangel." Although I can't claim to be an expert at distinguishing angelic voices, I feel that even the voice of the lowest angel must be preferable to the shriek and whine of a bandsaw; it doesn't have to be an archangel's voice.
— David Steindl-Rast, A Listening Heart