(I went hiking in some beautiful mountains over the weekend, with one of my daughters, and decided to repost this one from 2007, just slightly changed. I can’t believe it’s been more than five years since this was first posted. I feel like it’s as timely as ever.)
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.”
Someone told me Friday that we’re not human beings anymore, but human doings. We’re all about doing. Not about being.
“It’s all noise,” she said. “So much noise.” She was referring to always being connected. The smart phone, the email everywhere, Twitter, Facebook, constantly checking in. Always focused on pendings and priorities. Doing so much that we never get anything done.