I wonder, often, what purpose any action has beyond that which the human mind is convinced of. Therein lies the misfortune of betrayal. Alongside the slide of faith comes a secondary, and still all the more tangible depression of conviction. No longer certain, no longer confident, no longer aspiring, merely idling time.
Isn't it strange how drastic the meaning of time passing can change? From time flying to a drag, the humans minds ability to perceive the passage of time boggles me, since the mind itself is time dependent, reliant on the physiological cycles of our body, that which supports, nourishes, and protects the nervous system, and all for what? Procreation?
Possibly. I would imagine those who propose an evolutionary perspective to the role of humanity might argue such. And now, further along, since society and the psyche have developed, I'm left wondering which signals are so, and what is the noise? I would love to align myself to the strongest signal, how could I deny or refuse such a purpose? What if the signal denies or refuses me? I think that would result in terminal frustration. Instead of accepting that portion of defeat, I'd rather ponder the idea that the noise enveloping the signal, or typically lower, the noise floor, has become organized, and amplified, the signal so strong and enduring, having created reflections of itself, sidebands in its wake, reorganizing, and repeating the signal, perpetually, though lagging in phase behind the original, a weaker duplicate.
I sometimes think of reverb as a 'legacy' where as the weak play on they ride upon the old sound of popularity decaying as trend setters forge ahead, pioneering through wilderness most will never see, since their vision of the future is obstructed by the presence of their leaders.
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