The Joy of Quiet
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The urgency of slowing down to find the time and space to think is nothing new, of course, and wiser souls have always reminded us that the more attention we pay to the moment, the less time and energy we have to place it in some larger context. Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries, the French philosopher Blaise Pascal wrote in the 17th century, and yet it is itself the greatest of our miseries. He also famously remarked that all of mans problems come from his inability to sit quietly in a room alone.
Ive yet to use a cellphone and Ive never Tweeted or entered Facebook. I try not to go online till my days writing is finished, and I moved from Manhattan to rural Japan in part so I could more easily survive for long stretches entirely on foot, and every trip to the movies would be an event.
None of this is a matter of principle or asceticism; its just pure selfishness. Nothing makes me feel better calmer, clearer and happier than being in one place, absorbed in a book, a conversation, a piece of music. Its actually something deeper than mere happiness: its joy, which the monk David Steindl-Rast describes as "that kind of happiness that doesnt depend on what happens."