THE-PLACE-WHERE-THERE-IS-NO-NOISE

Today on the 3rd Day of Sukkot, I am traveling to THE-PLACE-WHERE-THERE-IS-NO-NOISE. No car horn honks, no sirens from ambulances speeding by in the middle of the night, just a little chattering of locusts and crickets as they rub their hind legs together to sing their song. I am going to a place where no one is talking, where there is no one playing a TV set, no electronics, no music, no whistling, no media infusions, no TV commercials, no 6 o'clock news telecasts, no one and nothing to disturb my peace. I am going to a library where the sounds of pages turning are all one can hear, the strumming of fingers tapping on keyboards, or to the beach with an occasional call from a seagull, the rushing of the sea waves on the shore, the sand blowing in the wind. I am going to a silent place with natural sounds that melody together to cause silence, the state of not hearing, the sounds of peace.