…Her grandmother was too practical for automobiles.
“They are the beginning of the end for our country” she would say. “Even if everyone else thinks otherwise. You see, little one, the speed of the body – for that is what cars are, really, the speed of the atoms in your body, rattling like bullets against your being – the speed of the body leaves no time for the knowledge of God in your soul. How can you, with all that sound and air rushing past you? Grandmother Shahrzad had smiled. “And the same thing goes for your essence.”
“Where are we going, Maman Bozorg?” Zadi had to skip to keep up with her grandmother’s strong legs.
“No questions, joon-e man. Not yet. Just silence. Just follow the silence. It will lead you down all the right paths, sooner or later.” (The Margaret Thatcher School of Beauty, by Marsha Mehran, pg. 72-73)