The frustrations of life need a lot of silence to be silenced. We need to sit quietly more often than we do, in more quiet than we are often allowed. Noise and bustle seem to be the orders of the day, every day. Because, I think, the other side of noise is recognition, realization, knowing, seeing, awakening, enlightenment... And that asks hard things of us. Better to live with the noise and bustle, frustration and wits' end than to take up the work of doing what needs to be done about the things unveiled by the silence.