Contrary to cultural imperatives, our life task is not to get educated, make money, have kids and die discreetly. It is to find ourselves within ourselves. Non-stop doing is a morbid state. Gentlemen, turn off your engines.
In the later stages of my counselling career, I often became aware of a white aura around the head of the man I was working with. This usually happened when our talking slowed down, and we were just two men looking at each other
In our youth, we’re like dogs chasing cars. Oh, the excitement. The fury and the hurry. Then some Samaritan crosses our path. He says: “Stand still. Be quiet.”
Introverts go to retreats the way extroverts go to Disneyland. Intros love the sound of one hand clapping, of no-one saying nothing to nobody—the sound of silence that Paul Simon made rhapsodic.
Eastern wisdom teaches that we awaken in the depthless interval between two thoughts.
Men's Work 