My apologies for the (perhaps welcome) hiatus--assuming anyone noticed and cares enough to return and read this belated entry. Lives have become far too complex and frantic. We probably have at least 50 electric motors, large and small, in this house and its contents, the majority of which hum along efficiently and reliably day after day, but with that many motors and their attendant compressors, appliances, and devices, lawns and plantings and their innumerable biological afflictions, water, electricity, and gas with their respective meters spinning ever, it seems, a toute vitesse, one's home can readily become, without good metaphysical work, the devil's rec room.
Akira Kurosawa's superb film Ran (chaos), a masterpiece, is his retelling of Shakespeare's King Lear, as his magnificent Throne of Blood is a retelling of Macbeth. Both of these films are set in Japan's chaotic medieval period and testify, in part, to mortal mind's hidden conspiracy to assert itself and drown out goodness, love, and peace. If permitted to do so, tumult will indeed drown out, in our consciousness, Truth and its still small voice.
Why doesn't Truth drown out error with an even louder voice? Why does Truth seem to speak sotto voce? Well, first of all, Truth's omnipotence and omnipresence do not compete with anything, being All. The comptition for attention is in our thinking. Mrs. Eddy tells us we must "silence the material senses". (S&H 15:16) When prayerfully listened for and heard "The inaudible voice of Truth is, to the human mind, 'as when a lion roareth.'" (S&H 559:10-11) So it is perfectly audible to the receptive thought, but often the din of material existence seems to drown it out. We cannot afford to suppose that Truth is ever drowned out by anything, even for a moment. It can only be our disobedience to God which deafens us to Him and turns up the volume on cacophanous human activity.
False belief, personal sense, always plays with a cold deck, and we must quit taking that tempting seat at its card table and again and again tossing our ante hopefully into the pot. It is a game no one ever wins but the house of error. If we haven't already done so we would be wise to "Be still and know that I am God", or "Let be then: learn that I am God". (The New English Bible)