Tag: Noise

  • To Seek Silence

    To Seek Silence

    Silence is not the absence of sound but the absence of noise. Noise is more than the presence of undesired sound.

    For the Seeker, Silence is indeed the absence of unwanted acoustic vibration but equally importantly, Silence is a life in which the Ten Thousand Things of the Tao have been recognized as mere noise. And disregarded in the search for meaning.

    The noise a seeker avoids is similar to the random fluctuation of data which, in the scientific endeavor, obscure and mask the “signal”.

    No statistician, I can nonetheless describe noise in layman’s terms after decades of studying financial markets looking for “signals” in the noise.

    In the markets, data at its purest consists of the daily Open, High, Low and Closing prices of an instrument, together with the volume traded for the day. In a wider context, financial data consists of a myriad of other factors, many of which can be totally ignored.

    When picking investments, you can and should ignore the vast majority of available data. It is just meaningless noise. The signal pointing to successful investing depends on filtering out the endless nonsense which most punters consider important. Hence the quantitative investor will not bother with the news and he very probably won’t read a company’s financials. The signal is in the price and most of the rest of the detail is irrelevant.

    And so in life. Most of it is meaningless noise which you must filter out if you seek the absolute.

    Leave the human anthill be. See it for what it is. Pointless, unnecessary and destructive workings of the reptilian brain.

    The endless search for “stuff” to satisfy desires which can never be sated.

    Most humans are, in a sense, barely more sentient than the birds and the bees. No more “aware” than the ants who blindly build the anthill. They work and build, they kill and destroy, they dominate and subjugate. If asked “why?” most would be puzzled by the question. Awareness is not a widely distributed human characteristic.

    The search for silence is not foremost among human preoccupations, although it should be.

    I have headed this post with a picture of my beloved Book of Common Prayer which I took in an equally loved local church, where I am wont to sit in contemplation several times a week, as part of my daily wanderings. These days I must sit in the sun in the churchyard and do without the prayer book. Equally pleasant. Equally contemplative – your companions have certainly found silence.

    I am not a Christian. I happen to love the prayer book for the beauty of its language and the good sense of the Psalms. I happen to love English churches for the perfection of their architecture and the deep silence and peace they provide.

    But I am just as happy to sit awhile in a Buddhist temple and often used to when I lived in Japan.

    Dogma is the enemy of those who seek to discover the source, the signal, the meaning. But the thoughts of Rumi, Meister Eckhart and the many, many others I have read over the years? That is a very different matter. Such people have buried themselves deep in the silence. They have touched the face of the Absolute. They have seen Reality. And their descriptions of what they have found are remarkably similar be they Sufi, Jew, Christian or Buddhist. Or indeed any of the other half decent creeds out there.

    I have found a depth of Silence recently which I have all too rarely achieved in the past. I have been six or eight weeks buried in the countryside of East Kent which I have always loved. No trips to the Big Smoke. No shops, no barbers, no doctors, no contact. Well, other than the odd sneaky visit to chat to my little sister over the garden wall. When my hyper -vigilant wife is not looking. Self isolation is taken to great extremes in our little three person family unit.

    I feel that I have reached a different stage in life. A firmer understanding of what and why and all those tiresome questions which have so long beset me.

    I do not despise the world, I just do not want anything to do with the way it normally works or the way so many people customarily think or behave. I do not say that they are right or wrong – just different and not as I would have it.

    So, acceptance. Perhaps that is they key which has emerged from the silence. Equanimity. Peace. And problems of course do not end. Difficulties are always with us. But again, acceptance rather than battling against reality is what counts.

    Have I seen the face of god? Have I achieved union with what is? Omniscience perhaps?

    No. No to all of that. But I have seen a place of peace and silence in the middle of turmoil. An eye in the center of the storm. And that is where I hope to stay.

    Seek the Silence.

  • This too shall pass

    This too shall pass

    The world is full of annoyance and “noise” in the statistical sense.  Meaningless “stuff”, which in the bigger picture it is best to ignore. To shrug,walk away from. Forget.

    Charged by angry bullocks on a local footpath I inquired as to the landowner, thinking to make, if not a complaint exactly, then at least a quiet remonstration lest others might not escape so lightly.

    I asked a fellow walker and discovered the owner was none other than a local big-shot intent on desecrating this beautiful area by building 4,000 houses in the middle of nowhere.

    Perhaps the fellow needs a new Bentley? A second fur coat for his wife? A servant to put toothpaste on his toothbrush? Who knows. It is odd he should want to piss on his own doorstep (the dreaded new town is but a stone’s throw from his ancient and beautiful walled estate).  Perhaps he intends to collect his lottery winnings and go and ruin some other part of the country and somebody else’s life.

    The kind lady told me she and her husband are members of the Green Party, which is one of a number of organisations campaigning against the monstrosity, and I was briefly haunted by old thoughts, dead ambitions.

    Join Greenpeace and Amnesty International. Take up the banners, fight for what I believe in.  Combat greed and greedy people. Help the poor. Feed the needy, free the oppressed.

    And then I was struck by the futility of such action. Human nature will not change. Greed will always be our prime motive and if it means shitting on your neighbor or his doorstep, well if you don’t do it, someone else certainly will.

    If that sounds unconstructive and selfish, if that sounds defeatist and destructive then have yourself a Carl Sagan moment. A Pale Blue Dot sartori. Think of this tiny, insular, silly little planet stuck in the middle of nowhere in a possibly infinite multiverse.  Does any of it really matter?

    99% of all species which ever existed here are now extinct. We too shall pass. So will Mr Big Shot and all the other Big Shots. So will the poor and the oppressed and the needy.

    You are watching a huge, slow moving river flow. The river of time. There are horrors, injustices. There is poverty and hunger. Torture and murder.

    In that context is it really worth getting excited about a new housing estate? Is it really worth getting fussed about anything at all?

    Thousands of years of philosophy and religion, some good, some bad, have tried to make a dent, an impression. To turn the tide, to create a Utopia. Or a hell, a dystopia.

    I am reminded of Harry Lime looking down from the Ferris Wheel in post war Vienna. Would it really matter if those distant dots on the ground “stopped moving forever”?

    Well I am not selling penicillin and I don’t want those dots to stop moving. I don’t want beauty spoiled, the rich to inherit the earth or the poor to be oppressed.

    But it will all happen with or without anything I may do. Or not do.

    So on reflection, I will let it pass. I will wish well to those who have the strength to fight against the tide. But I will let the “ten thousand things” move on without me.  I will listen to the white noise, the cosmic radiation background and move on.

    I will recognize that we are all mere noise.  And so is everything we do.