Noise

I’m sitting here listening to NPR on the radio, as I do virtually every morning, and from time to time I find that the words take on a sort of meaningless droning sound. This brings me to the realization that the world we hear is full of cant, painfully crowded with a meaningless verbal noise.

It’s hard to escape this avalanche of empty talk. Be it NPR, or CNN, or MSNBC, or FOX news, or any one of the innumerable AM talk shows. All just meaningless noise masking as either informed opinion or meaningless angry rant.

At such times it’s so nice to simply move to the room overlooking my backyard. There I’m not assaulted by the empty verbal madness. Looking over my backyard I hear only the occasional songs of birds, the whir of insects, the rustle in the trees.

Everyone should have a backyard. I feel myself to be very fortunate.