Too loud to think,

In the future people will not be able to comprehend why we acted the way we did.
They will not realize we were blinded by our noise,for to them, the noise itself will be incomprehensible representing as it does our complete disdain for efficiency.

Our noise is the sound of wasted energy and in the future people will not be able to comprehend how a culture at its end could be so entirely wasteful, ignoring to the point of deafness, it's own horrendous pain cry. It will seem as incomprehensible as the easter islanders cutting their last tree in oblivion.

The people of the future will not comprehend that at this time, 2005, we are making enough noise
with our delusional need for speed (for constant acceleration which is our addiction at all costs
human and planetary) that we are willing to burn it all up to go faster. We are living under a wall of
mind derranging noise which cancels all reflective thought, making it impossible to even use
basic logical tools. We do not see or fear the approaching silence when the oil runs out.

Just how loud are we now?

In the future they will have no means of knowing for all such scales are relative,and the chances of them hearing our noises are very slim indeed. We are not encoding or discussing our actual cultural noise-the wall of sound we put up by living-our unintended sound. Instead we encode and discuss our intentional sounds, all things which mask and distract us from the unintended roar .....ditties and soundscapes that define turf, sell baubles,deliver catchy rhythms, distract us from our own howl of cultural pain. If you truly listen to the sound our culture makes that is what it is, a horrendous cry of pain and ignorance so loud that it obliterates tenderness, mercy, compassion, empathy, and all other intimate communications.

Just how loud are we?

Loud enough that the subtler impulses of communication are overwhelmed. The whisper is drowned out. We have become a culture that shouts.

What does the sound of failing metal bus brakes do to the concentration of the citizens?
Like a knife it severs the two brain halves, causing the psyche to withdraw to some imaginary
safe place and let the sturdier more rapacious selves rampage in the culture instead. We have become a culture that shouts. The whisper has been lost for years. The harmonica player on the street would be lost without his amplifier. The mother has no chance to whisper to her child in public.
The sound of our walk to the top of the mountain was entirely drowned out by cigarette boats
in the Hudson valley far below, sound of wind drown out by passing helicopters.
Our culture is to loud to think, all the thinking time has been obliterated in a fit of acceleration.
there is nowhere to retreat to. We are committed.