“The highest possible stage in moral culture is when we recognize that we ought to control our thoughts. ” — Charles Darwin, 1871
Last week, I explored the need to — how to put this politely? — keep your yapper shut.
If, at times, we’re better served by remaining silent, then what happens when we’re forced to be alone with our thoughts?
We seem to be always running to one thing or another; in some cases, running from ourselves. Solitude and reflection afford us the opportunity to use such moments to forge a deeper understanding our ourselves.
In such moments, we have the gift of being able to spend what Vincent Starrett called “the romantic chamber of the heart, the nostalgic country of the mind.”
The human mind is a marvelous entity; among the class Mammalia of the kingdom Animalia, we are the only species that consciously understands its past and dreads the future, knowing that it portends our death.
This consciousness is…
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