The Pope is tweeting, and Congress is falling over the fiscal cliff — is anyone listening? In Mali they are cutting off hands for listening to raunchy cell phone rings, instead of to God. Listen to our God instead, they say — listen to us they mean. And the Tea Party means, and Quentin Tarantino means, and Vladimir Putin means.
But no one is listening, not really. Not like a bird on a branch with head cocked, testing the sweet reality of the world before flight. Not to Handel or Bach or even Verdi or Bob Dylan. To listen is to come into the mind of the Other. Generously.