We're all afraid of the same stuff. Mostly we're afraid that we're secretly not okay, that we're disgusting, or frauds, or about to be diagnosed with cancer. ... We want to teach you how to quiet the yammer ... How you can create comfort, inside and outside, how you can get warm, how you can feed yourself. And even learn to get through silence. ... There is a wilderness inside you, and a banquet. Both. [p. 253]
We too are called to withdraw at certain intervals into deeper silence and aloneness with god, together as a community as well as personally; to be alone with him not with our books, thoughts, and memories but completely stripped of everything to dwell lovingly in his presence, silent, empty, expectant, and motionless. We cannot find god in noise or agitation.
[as a screenwriter] i have a sense of exile from thought, a nostalgia of the quiet room and balanced mind. I am a writer, and there comes a time when that which i write has to belong to me, has to be written alone and in silence, with no one looking over my shoulder, no one telling me a better way to write it. It doesn't have to be great writing, it doesn't even have to be terribly good. It just has to be mine.
This silence, this moment, every moment, if it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There's nothing to believe. Only when i stopped believing in myself did i come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, 'be more silent.' die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.