I practice listening because it is so easy to forget.
 

Contemplating distraction I look inquisitively upon fast media, entertainment, and consumerism. They seem unsatisfactory in their promise to fulfill. Perhaps it is done with hope as we progress, one of many slight shifts towards a synthetic dependency in the areas of social exchange and imagination.
 

Yet beauty, truth, and goodness drive the creative process. If the work done does not correlate to the life lived, it is not sincere. It's all intrinsically bound, Life and Art: a set of actions whose products are witnessed by another.

 

Life is truly the most ambitious work—that the universe hums, though no one can hear it speaks to this profoundly infrasonic and mystical truth.

Yes, there is great purpose in listening.