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.
And then I thought of this quote from Kurt Vonnegut:
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.”
That was in Man Without a Country, his last book, my favorite. I love several of his books. I love his writing style, his politics, and his sense of humor.
But the thought came up as I was thinking about all that noise. Relax into being. Stop doing for a while. Turn the noise into music.