Existential struggle between Bauer and the silence.

Bauer, Jack Bauer from the show 24 last week. Each night we would get sucked into the nail biting drama and then turn off the lights and drift off to a fretful sleep. Watching 24 is so much fun, and I couldn't wait to do it again the next night.  Last night we sat in silence with some opera playing in the background, soft enough so we could hear the nocturnal insects ramping up their evening orchestra, and loud enough to lull us into peaceful contemplation. The starkest of contrasts. 

Today Philipa reflects...."the existential struggle between Bauer and the silence." What's the struggle?

With 20/20 hindsight, I would take the silence(in the form of bugs and opera). However I know the addictive pull of fun TV. It is mind numbing, and feels like a good massage, mind numbing nonetheless. And I look forward to opening Hulu at the end of the day in the same way one can't wait for a glass of red.  But how does hulu play into my  personal growth? Surely after a full day I've earned the right to let my mind be numbed for an hour or two, surely that does not stunt my growth.  I grew and grew all day, and now I'm taking a short rest so I can grow and grow again tomorrow. Perhaps.

But after sitting with the bugs the opera I can feel the difference. Soft stimulation that doesn't require attention, allows the days work to sink in, the evolution is embodied. It's like the "enter button". We spend the day coding but unless we hit the enter button, all it is is computer code and not a functional program. 

Hitting enter is my plan for tonight...or will a new episode of Blue Bloods prevail!!!