HORROR VACUI!

The vast majority of humans suffer from a remarkable inner emptiness despite the turmoil of their lives.

When they lack public squares, avenues, cinemas, pubs, theatres, beaches, casinos and other places to entertain themselves and not knowing what to do, they wander everywhere, yawning and sighing of boredom in an attempt to accelerate the march of time. And, to escape the monotony of their desert from within, invent everyday new and more eccentric distractions.

In these times of isolation and social distance, the ideas and devices that human beings discover to fill the void they think they are suffering are vast. Remarkably social, man cannot but be relating to his fellow men, but this does not imply his moral and ethical relationship, as the incidents of violence that have emerged in all societies, in addition to suicides, civil disobedience and all the other morbid symptoms of lack of self-knowledge are alarming, clearly showing the emergence of a new form of a pandemic of different dimensions, that of mental health, for if the human body has formidable resilience, the human mind immediately collapses when it is thrown out of its comfort zone.

It is no easy task for one to tolerate oneself when does not have around, a centred world on which could gravitate in silence for a long period; because this peripheral world is not exactly the human’s world, it is only the world of their ego, and it is not part of their true Self.

There is a silent-darkness - and there is a silent-light.

There is a passive silence - and there is an active silence.

There is a silence that is a void - and there is a silence that is a plenitude.

There is a silence as sad as death - and there is a silence as euphoric as life.

All great things are silent, for they are intense and full of exuberance: the trajectory of stars and atoms, the growth of plants, the epic of light, the mysteries of electricity, the wonders of thought, the greatness of spirit, the eternal life of the Divinity - all these things are dynamically silent and abundantly fertile.

Man suffers from deplorable hypertrophy of noise and fatal atrophy of silence. Even when, for a few hours or days, he seems to want to escape from the professional life and the city’s noises, he tries to channel into nature’s silence, at least some of the noises and carries with him all possible electronic paraphernalia of modern life for entertainment or is led to superficial and unnecessary conversations with other victims of the same illness.

The noise was always the inseparable companion of the incomplete man, from the shrill cries of the man of the past to the cries and hysterias of modern man. The man only begins to feel the scorn of noise when he distances himself from mental analysis and approaches spiritual intuition - and in the zenith of intimate experience prevails absolute silence, fecund, creator, silence-plenitude.

God is infinitely silent, and the more man approaches God, the more silent he becomes.