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As the waves from ocean, the music crashes on the beaches in your ears
It goes into your memory. That’s why you can remember a song that you heard before.
into our minds and into our hearts
You absorb it into your soul and it changes you irreversibly forever.
The Langoliers eat it.
Nothing’s really ever gone
that happened
Sounds move very very fast, faster than a runner or a car, so it goes very very far away.
So like can i get like a net and catch it? Like its my music i paid for so like i gotta keep it for safe keeping. Do i gotta go to another town and get it that way???
Lmao im joking Good explanation tho
Very good ELI5.
Now do a “Calvin’s Dad” explanation.
It dissolves, that’s where dust comes from.
When eli2000BCE? Coming out
Tho needith explanation to the highest degree, in between pilliaging villages and plauge season
Emphasis on the 5, tho.
Like, to the next town over, or even further?
Only way to find out is to get there faster.
It dissipates into the air like butterflies, or a cloud of dust.
Some of that sound rearranges some of your neurons so that you can listen to Never Gonna Give You Up whenever you read this
“Everywhere, all at once. That’s why if you put your ear close to speakers it might collect too much and that can hurt your ear”
Heat. Everything ends up as heat.
Until the day that even heat dies.
Well, heat just spread over a larger area but it doesn’t get destroyer nor turn into any other form of energy.
But it doesn’t die per se.
If you consider particle excitement to be the definition of heat and subparticle fields to be different forms of energy then it does actually change, but that’s just semantics.
If all discernable heat is unobservable and unobtainable, then semantics don’t matter. Everything still dies. I’d include “heat” in that mix, but that’s waxing philosophical
So where do smells go?
Just open a window. I’m sure they noticed, but they’ll be cool about it.
Into darkness, my old friend.
I’ve come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains
Within the sound of silence
But actually though, music goes up into the sky and becomes clouds.
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
