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  1. The problem is not so much in silence, but in the fact that the person is left alone with their own thoughts. Banal loneliness also gradually leads to this (in the sense of lack of socialization, feedback from other people).
    Of course, different people go crazy alone at different rates. The more mistakes they make in their thinking, the faster they break away from reality.

  2. “The boss was standing in front of Fyodor Petrovich and opening his mouth. Fyodor Petrovich turned off the conveyor and heard from the chief's mouth:

    • I say, we've found out that you've never taken a vacation at our factory in twenty years. Why don't you go for a couple of weeks?

    How quiet it is here, Fyodor Petrovich thought as he stepped out onto the hotel balcony.

    His wife and children tried to drag him out for a walk in the mountains, but Fyodor Petrovich was adamant – he had never known such silence in his life and did not want to give it up.

    Fyodor Petrovich spent the whole day lying on the sofa of his room, listening to various sounds – the sea, the laundry downstairs, the creaking of the sofa springs, a fly that got lost in the room.

    Fyodor Petrovich picked up the phone and said into it: “Do you have to do your laundry right now? I'm here to relax, not listen to your washing machines rumbling in the basement.” The phone apologized, and soon the laundry stopped distracting Fyodor Petrovich.

    Fyodor Petrovich found a fly and on the third attempt smeared it on the wall. It became much quieter.

    Fyodor Petrovich lay on the sofa and was afraid to move – the springs under his body were beginning to creak violently.

    Fyodor Petrovich knocked on the next room until he realized that the door was open. The neighbor snored tolerably loudly, but not quietly enough for Fyodor Petrovich not to cover his face with a pillow and hold it until the sounds of the neighbor stopped.

    Fyodor Petrovich went out on the balcony and said into the loudspeaker: “Poseidon, could you turn off the sea? It bothers me.” After listening to Fyodor Petrovich, Poseidon ordered the sea to stop rolling waves, and the fish-not to swim.

    • What's that buzzing sound I hear? Fyodor Petrovich thought.

    • “Your internal organs are constantly working. The heart pumps blood through the veins, the liver sifts it through itself, the kidneys remove unnecessary, and so on. That's what you hear.

    Fyodor Petrovich lay on the rug, which was soundlessly soaking up his blood, and listened to the silence.”

    (c) Duran

  3. I was in a special isolated room-a cell in which there is complete silence. Future ENT doctors checked my hearing. So in silence, you hear an incredibly intrusive and rather “noisy” hum somewhere very close. The doctor said it was normal, I could hear the blood moving in my head. But in general, it's all very stressful and a little disturbing. But 15 – 20 minutes didn't drive me crazy

  4. Some time ago, I caught a cold in my right ear, but somehow I didn't catch it correctly – it doesn't hurt, we don't cause me any inconvenience, but when I go to bed, it completely lays down and I don't hear anything at all. The only discomfort is that when I lie down on my left side, then accordingly the left ear turns out to be covered with a pillow, I can't hear anything outside and there is a noise, as if thousands of raindrops fall on the roof, only more monotonous. Only later I realized that the roof was already making noise in the vessels near the ears. So I absolutely can't fall asleep in this position, this noise is very annoying for me, as well as the fact that I can't hear what's going on around me. Even if I tried to fall asleep in this position, I would involuntarily raise my head to free my left ear and “listen” to the world.

  5. GEORGE MIKAELSON FOW, writer, 60 years old:

    “I started my search after finding myself on the New York City subway one day. My children were whimpering, and four trains were howling into the station at the same time — the noise was so deafening that I covered my ears. It was impossible to hide from the background noise of the city, and it was starting to make me lose my temper. To somehow calm down, I decided to set myself the task of finding the quietest place in the world, to find out if there is absolute silence. I visited a lot of specially “quiet” places: a Cistercian monastery, a ritual Indian bath, a nickel mine 2 kilometers deep-everything was quite quiet, but nowhere, as it seemed to me, the ideal of silence was achieved.

    What I liked best was the anechoic chamber of the Orfield Laboratory in Minnesota. This is a small room, insulated with thick layers of concrete and steel that keep out noise from the outside, and inside it is finished with sound-absorbing buffers located at different angles. Even the floor here is a stretched net, dampening the sound of footsteps. This place is included in the Guinness Book of World Records as the quietest in the world-it absorbs 99.9% of sounds.

    Paradoxically, most people not only do not calm down from this perfect silence, but they start to worry. When a person stops hearing the usual noise, they may experience fear: this is why sensory deprivation is also a form of torture. When there is a sound, it means that everything is going as it should, and when it disappears, it is a signal that something has gone wrong. It is known that on September 11, 2001, a huge number of tourists, even those who were outside the range of mobile networks, somewhere in the forest, interrupted their hikes. They did not know anything about the terrorist attacks in New York and Washington — they were alerted by the lack of sounds of passing planes, they realized that something had happened.

    I knew that being in an anechoic chamber for more than a quarter of an hour could cause severe symptoms ranging from claustrophobia to nausea, panic attacks, and auditory hallucinations (literally starting to hear different sounds). One violinist, once inside, started banging on the door a few seconds later and demanding to be let out — so frightened was he by the silence.

    I asked to be allowed in the cell for 45 minutes — no one has ever managed to spend so much time in it before. When the heavy door closed behind me, I was in total darkness. There were no lamps, because lamps also make a sound. For the first few seconds, this silence made me feel like I was in nirvana, it was a balm for my frustrated nerves. I strained my ears and heard nothing.

    However, after one or two minutes, I heard the sound of my own breathing and stopped breathing. I could hear my heart beating in a dull, annoying way that I couldn't help. As the minutes passed, I could already hear the blood rushing through my veins. In the silence, my hearing sharpens, and my ears surpass themselves. I frowned and heard the skin shift on my skull — an eerie, strange metallic and completely inexplicable grinding sound. Was I hallucinating? The peace was tainted by a touch of disappointment: this place wasn't quiet at all. Absolute silence is only available to the dead.

    But then I stopped focusing on the sounds of my body's activity and began to enjoy myself. I wasn't afraid. I only got out of the cell because my session was over — I would have happily spent more time there. I surprised everyone by breaking the record for being in a cell. But I had been looking for peace for so long, so I felt great in absolute silence.

    The desire for silence eventually changed my life. I've learned that moments of silence throughout the day are key to my well-being; they give me a chance to think about what you want in life. Once you can control some of the sounds around you — whether you turn off the TV or move out of town like me, you become much more tolerant of the noise of everyday life.”

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