Where shall we have a voice in this multiplex sprawl of a world? In the randomness, motion, the innumerable faces and hands, words in thousands per second being thrown out into the gray air, and mass produced plastic toys and utensils — where are we in relation to all the complexities? I exist merely as a set of quantum pixels, and sometimes, I feel that the whole is not worth any more than the raw collection of its parts: if they were to be scattered through the galaxy, the atoms would be doing just as much good. And I know that if we all could be heard in every venue, the sound would be deafening, confounding and horribly confused. Can it ever be more than noise, the sum of all songs? As if some principle need be (can be?) discovered that makes a simple harmony of the multitudes, and multitudes...
