I can hear the Earth turning on its axis.
I don’t like it. I have nothing against meditation or mindfulness. But I have something against the quiet. It rubs me the wrong way, makes me think of Dylan Thomas, “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
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When I sit down at the end of the day and listen to the quiet between my ears, the qu…