Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Once Arsenius came to a place where there was a bed of reeds shaken by the wind. He said to the brothers, "What is this rustling noise?"

They said, "It is the reeds."

He said to them, "If a man sits in silence and hears the voice of a bird, he does not have quiet in his heart; how much more difficult is it for you, who hear the sound of these reeds?"

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