Sometimes, I leap before I look.
Sometimes, searching for silence, I get het up instead about things I dislike: hypocrisy. Ignorance. Intolerance.
Sometimes, I get strident.
That's not what I'm trying to do with this blog. Or at least, not most of the time. (I reserve the right to fly off the handle occasionally. As when Obama opens up the continental shelf to oil drilling instead of doing something useful, like boosting the mpg requirements for cars way up--ah, stop!)
Instead of getting het up again, this time I have led you straight to one of the chief sources of quiet in my house.
The cat.
He's a Maine coon called Pippin. All I have to do is look at his face (see image) to get a sense of the deep stillness of which all felines seem to know the secret.
