Although the sounds may not immediately provoke anything but distress, it takes time to find beauty and time is all we have until its the only thing we don't. In the meanwhile we bang on pots and pans and scream into the void to just avoid having to listen to the silence. There is where we find it: The Incessant Uproar. Also, aside from all the cool esoteric talk, sorry for your ears, I'm still learning.