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"I totally disagree. The noise of a buzzing high-voltage power line drives me nuts and makes me anxious...it always has. As do steady generators, compressors, basically the sound of most steady motors/electricity, etc. It's not a matter of choosing not to like these noises- I don't like them, period. They don't make me feel good."
Disagree?? We're saying the same thing, my friend. I gotta go back and retake basic English composition if I didn't get that across in my OP. High voltage lines are freakin' awful. Right up there with sirens and chalk on the blackboard, in my book.
"As for the sounds of the natural world, I think they're complimentary to silence. I question the concept of ancestral memory, the idea that certain patterns, behaviors, and preferences are imprinted into our psyche. I don't know if this is "provable", but I don't doubt the possibility of it. In light of this concept, the sound of wind in trees, rivers, bird song, insect hums, waves, rain...all of them have been a part of our lives for millenea. Do we choose to tolerate these sounds, or are we somewhat wired embrace them? I'm betting it's more of the latter."
Again, we're singing from the same page in the choir book. I was only referring to your apparent quest for silence. I have always embraced the full range of natural sounds as I encounter them. That is an integral part of every journey I take into high, wild places, or any wild place for that matter. It is, I sense, an integral part of my genetic heritage. Silence is but another note in the tonal scale of nature. Seeking it for its own sake is another thing entirely. It is rarely to be found as a dominant note in the natural world. Diving is one of those places where it comes with the journey; spelunking is, perhaps, another, although I have no experience of it.
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