“Too loud, too loud, too loud!” I screamed. The noise was deafening , it was hurting my ears, damaging my eardrums. I needed to move away, far away to make sense of what was going on, to hear a word of what was being said. Too much was happening, this was sensory overload. There was no answer, none at all as I stood close to the issue. The closer I was, the less it made sense. The more I heard, the less I comprehended. The louder the voice the more inaudible it became. If there was any answer at all, it was tucked away in the distance, not in the near. It was stored far away, very far. But how far do I need to be to hear? I guess until it stops being noisy. Just keep turning it down until it becomes audible. Or rather keep moving away until it becomes clearer.
Too far, and there will be no sound whatsoever, simply unreachable, outside hearing distance, out of range. I need space to process it. Sometimes, the only way to hear is in absolute silence, in the stillness and silence is the answer.
The solution sometimes is in doing nothing, moving away.
Beautiful Ivory 