There are whispers coming over the wires, static on the radiowaves that blends into an eternal voice singing the cosmos in and out of existence, from beginning to end in one solid, infinite note. If you turn your ears, you can hear the words. If you turn your heart, you can feel the silent song thrum through your veins. And if you turn your eyes, you can hear the flashing lights winking into and out of existence, one by one by all by all.