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When you are bothered by noise and tumult, by traffic and the sound of neighbors’ voices, by lawn mowers and other irritating sounds, try this: do not fight them. Purposely plunge into them; go along with them as action, and they can refresh you.

The exercise will do much to override this, for you are strong enough and you need inner freedom. There is behind such seemingly undirected, abstract tumult and energy, direction that cannot be intellectually perceived, but can be intuitively sensed. And this is the force that is behind your own art and all creativity. (Pause.)

It can even serve as a framework for creativity, for from these raw materials you can forge and direct energy for your own purposes. You can take that tumult and use it, but not if you set yourself up against it. Then, it is threatening to you.

[...] Sit quietly and listen to the tumult within you. [...] To the alternate periods of peace and tumult that flash through your being. [...]

[...] The patient may also feel abandoned by God or the universe, and may feel unjustly attacked by the disease, thus arousing a whole new tumult of anger, and it is most important that the anger be expressed, and not repressed.

[...] It will never betray you and it will always bring you confidence and strength even in the midst of tumult. [...]

Tumult, meaning noise. [...]

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[...] In a fear of change there is only tumult, and no peace. [...]

[...] For all of Michelangelo’s ranting, he found great zest in the political tumult of his time, in which he was of course quite intimately involved. [...]

All That Is, then, became aware of a kind of creative tumult as each of its superlative thoughts and dreams, moods and feelings, strained at the very edges of their beings, looking for some then-unknown, undiscovered, as of then unthought-of release. [...]

[...] In the tumult of the city the particular bells could be recognized, therefore, by the poor and by the slaves who waited to buy products — often wilted foods from the laden carts.