Our souls are fain for tranquility. We are uanhungered after solitude. Distinct from restless loneliness, the deep stillness of solitude carries with it the peacefulness of order. Not a rigid order of forced compliance, but the simple elastic embrace of what is. The practice which earns the crown of silence is the challenge of a lifetime. The practice of silence is an antidote to weariness, and not its cause. What will satisfy the hunger for solitude? What purifies us of sound and sight so that we can taste and touch the silent music of infinity?