{"id":10897,"date":"2025-06-13T16:48:23","date_gmt":"2025-06-13T20:48:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/pico-iyer-on-finding-the-world-in-a-benedictine-monastery-the-marginalian\/"},"modified":"2025-06-13T16:48:23","modified_gmt":"2025-06-13T20:48:23","slug":"pico-iyer-on-finding-the-world-in-a-benedictine-monastery-the-marginalian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/pico-iyer-on-finding-the-world-in-a-benedictine-monastery-the-marginalian\/","title":{"rendered":"Pico Iyer on Finding the World in a Benedictine Monastery \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Profit<\/a>
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\"Silence,<\/a><\/p>\n

The best measure of serenity may be our distance from the self \u2014 getting far enough to dim the glare of ego and quiet the din of the mind, with all its ruminations and antagonisms, in order to see the world more clearly, in order to hear more clearly our own inner voice, the voice that only ever speak of love. <\/p>\n

It is difficult to achieve this in society, where the wanting monster<\/a> is always roaring and the tyranny of should<\/em> reigns supreme. <\/p>\n

We need silence<\/a>. <\/p>\n

We need solitude<\/a>. <\/p>\n

The great paradox of our time is that the more they seem like a luxury in a world of war and want, the more of a necessity they become to the survival of our souls. <\/p>\n

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Art by Anna Read from The Wanting Monster<\/em><\/a> by Martine Murray<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Pico Iyer<\/a>, that untiring steward of the human soul, liberates the possibility imprisoned in the paradox with his slender and splendid book Aflame: Learning from Silence<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>) \u2014 a reckoning with the meaning of life drawn from his time spent in a Benedictine monastery on a journey toward inner stillness and silence, along which his path crosses those of those of fellow travelers in search of unselfing: a 100-year-old Japanese monk and a young Peruvian woman with a love of Wittgenstein (who worked as a gardener in a monastery himself), the Dalai Lama and Leonard Cohen, a middle-aged corporate refugee \u201cred-cheeked and glowing with life\u201d and a white-haired French-Canadian widow with a spirit that \u201ckeeps shining, like a candle in the fog.\u201d<\/p>\n

He paints the portal through which he enters what is both an enchantment and an annealing of reality:<\/p>\n

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The road looks milky in the moonlight. The globe feels rounded as I\u2019ve never seen it elsewhere. Stars stream down as if shaken from a tumbler. Somewhere, a dog is barking. Taillights disappear around the turns twelve miles to the south. Strange, how rich it feels to be cleansed of all chatter. That argument I was conducting with myself on the drive up, that deadline next week, the worries about my sweetheart in Japan: gone, all gone. It\u2019s not a feeling but a knowing; in the emptiness I can be filled by everything around me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Spring Moon at Ninomiya Beach<\/em>, 1931 \u2014 one of Hasui Kawase\u2019s stunning vintage Japanese woodblocks<\/a>. (Available as a print<\/a>.)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

To contact that emptiness is to realize that we spend our lives trying to find ourselves, only to discover that the self is precisely what stands between us and being fully alive, what severs our consanguinity with star and stone, with mycelium and mourning dove. This is why an \u201coccasion for unselfing,\u201d<\/a> in Iris Murdoch\u2019s lovely term, is no small gift \u2014 one only ever conferred upon us not by seeking and striving but, in Jeanette Winterson\u2019s lovely term, \u201cactive surrender.\u201d<\/a> We may come to it (in art, in music, in nature), or it may come to us (in cataclysm, in love, in death). Iyer comes to it in the silence of the monastery \u2014 which is \u201cnot like that of a deep forest or mountaintop\u201d but \u201cactive and thrumming, almost palpable\u201d \u2014 and it comes to him redoubled:<\/p>\n

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Why am I exultant to find myself in the silence of this Catholic monastery? Maybe because there\u2019s no \u201cI\u201d to get in the way of the exultancy. Only the brightness of the blue above and below. That red-tailed hawk circling, the bees busy in the lavender. It\u2019s as if a lens cap has come off and once the self is gone, the world can come flooding in, in all its wild immediacy.<\/p>\n

[\u2026]<\/p>\n

Such a simple revolution: Yesterday I thought myself at the center of the world. Now the world seems to sit at the center of me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Art by Matthew Forsythe from The Grammar of Fantasy<\/em><\/a> by Gianni Rodari<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

And then the world intrudes \u2014 his mother is felled by stroke, a fire consumes his home, a pandemic engulfs the globe. But what silence and solitude end up teaching him, end up teaching anyone who enters them, is that what seems like an assault on our best laid plans, an obstacle along the way of life, is the way itself: experiences that wake us up from \u201csleepwalking through life\u201d and bring us closer not only to ourselves but to each other. Iyer writes:<\/p>\n

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In the solitude of my cell, I often feel closer to the people I care for than when they\u2019re in the same room, reminded in the sharpest way of why I love them.<\/p>\n

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As the days mount in silence, I\u2019m quickly freed of most of my preconceptions. A monk, I see, is not someone who wishes to live peacefully and alone; in truth, he exists in a communal web of obligations as unyielding as in any workplace, and continuing till his final breath.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Art by Ofra Amit for The Universe in Verse<\/em><\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

In the fathoming of silence, he learns that \u201cthe best in us lies deeper than our words.\u201d In the austerity of the monastic life, he learns that \u201cluxury is defined by all you don\u2019t need to long for,\u201d that retreat \u201cis not so much about escape as redirection and recollection.\u201d He reflects:<\/p>\n

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One kind of asceticism comes in the letting go of certainties, and of any notion that you know more than life does.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

There is but one possible action out of that realization: surrender, which he discovers it the only point of being there \u2014 \u201csimply, systematically picking apart every inconstancy to remind us that we cannot count on anything other than a mind that is prepared to live calmly with all that it cannot control.\u201d <\/p>\n

In the end, we are reminded that to be in silence, to be in solitude, to be in surrender amid a fragile world is not defeatism but an act of courage and resistance, not escapism but the widest-eyed realism we have:<\/p>\n

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Some nights, of course, I still wake up in the dark, unable to sleep\u2026 Chaos and suffering seem endless. Then I recall the sun burning on the water far below and feel part of something larger in which nothing is absolute or final.<\/p>\n

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I watch the golden light of early morning irradiate the hills, while valleys remain in deepest shadow. I turn to see the sun scintillant on the ocean in the distance, the sky so sharp and blue I can make out the ridges in the islands far beyond.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote><\/div>\n

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