… Into Great Silence and now, more then ever, I want to run off to a convent.
… no soundtrack, no commentary, no script, not even a film crew. Just the shots of changing seasons, sunrises and sunsets and the intoning of the monastery bells to mark the passage of time. The silence is interrupted every now and then with the chirping of birds, the mewling of cats, the monks chanting prayers and the sound of turning book pages.
… it was like going on retreat without leaving my couch.