Among the weekend columns runs a reflection on the sheer number of voices competing for a person's attention. The writer counts an avalanche of them, from loud public claims to private whispers, all hoping to reach the ears. Some of those callers carry good intentions and some mean harm, but every one of them wants to move in and stay. Thoughts that are genuinely pure sit next to ideas that have been adulterated, and each side lobbies for the same small space inside a person's heart. The point the author presses hardest is that whichever thoughts gain entry will eventually borrow a person's own voice and speak through it. Faith, in this reading, functions as the doorkeeper that decides which voices deserve a hearing and which get turned away at the threshold. It is a short meditation, but one aimed at readers who feel outnumbered by the noise around them.