Self-quarantine has called forth some questions of late. Once you’ve finished with the cleaning, gotten bored with the baking, donated more masks than the hospital wanted, and binge watched everything that Netflix has to offer, many of us are left with the discomfort of too quiet homes and unquiet minds. The solitude and silence are getting to me, but I know that both are revered as spiritual disciplines. Why? What do solitude and silence reveal? I have begun to wonder if they compel…