Constants come in a variety of forms: mathematical, scientific, spiritual, etc - however more often than not I'm drawn to discover the subtle, often passed over drones that are inevitably in all of our lives. Those that regularly get drowned out by the louder noises and more obvious choices. In these common tragedies I hope to realize a greater truth, something that is worth sharing and defending, in some ways, a hope to learn more about what makes us all tick.

If you've ever played hide and seek you'll know that silence can be deafening. That if you've ever paid close enough attention, that even when you think it's quiet, you can hear the quiet hum of a room. A murmur of wood creaking, air sifting through floorboards, dust colliding with each other or even the depths of your chest beating. Even when you hear nothing, there's so much to listen to.

I won't venture to guess what that hum is, it's one of those things that constantly surrounds us, that is inescapable and for me, continually intriguing. This entry is just to remind myself that it's there and that some day the treasure that it keeps will fall into my hand for me to study.