" Think of a power cut and how it brings into focus the eerie quiet that befalls a house when the various mechanical drones that our brains are so adept at tuning out - the low hum of central heating, the buzz of the refrigerator, the churn of the dryer - actually stop. The removal without forewarning of the small domestic symphony we seldom otherwise notice has a disquieting effect.
But enough of the dishwasher.
What of the cosmic infinity? What of the godhead?
I'm sitting in my kitchen with a cup of tea, listening to the sound the universe made as it expanded 600,000 years after the Big Bang. It sounds like Hawkwind. "

― , Monolithic Undertow: In Search of Sonic Oblivion