The search for “silence” often takes me to the outdoors away from traffic and other man-made sounds, including people. Of course, there are always sounds breaking the silence: wildlife calls, the wind, or the ocean surf. Of course, at my house there is the silence of sleeping dogs and Anne quilting–that’s a combination of silence and the quick whir of a sewing machine. In the end I choose a rock on the secluded Monterey coastline where I can think about “silence,” both the good aspects and the bad (not speaking up against hate),

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