And yet, and yet…

It’s hard to hear sometimes.

Over the din of constant entertainment flooding our airways, it is difficult to hear the subtle things of life, the whispers of the Divine. Our generation inherited a world that was theorized to be a cold, dead place and has accelerated to fill, to fill, to fill.

It starts with the connectivity, with never being alone. Your phone tracks your location, your email follows you, you plug in your ear phones and don’t have to listen to a single noise that any other being makes. Alerts replace birdsong, traffic replaces the wind in the trees, streetlights in empty parking lots drown out the stars.

It makes it so you can’t even hear your own heartbeat.

We think that if we can fill every available space and time that we will be able to up the parts of life that are uncertain. The life over-planned avoids the fear of decision, the risk of meaning something.

Noise cancelling gets beyond an efficiency and becomes an identity.