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Capturing the post midnight quiet of October 20, 2025

Capturing the post midnight quiet of October 20, 2025

with words in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania

Ordinarily, yours truly by this hour (ie est me) would be submerged deep within his dreamland, but a burst of energy and harmonic convergence within these lovely bones of mine plus convalescence from a debilitating wracking cough that left agonizing chest pains (as if somehow I would be instantaneously transitioning into a Beatle browed, foo fighting, lumineer pint size version of the Incredible Hulk) finally ameliorated with a small number of prescription medication (linkedin to intelligent minds engrossed in alleviating extreme discomfort), whereat venerated health envelops the body, mind and spirit of Matthew Scott Harris.
With the wife fast asleep
in the bed off limits to me
until person of authority
deems me not to pose
a health hazard to the wife
though awareness prevails
that deep rumbling cough
triggering soreness
to the chest abated
(the chief symptom
while feeling unwell),
I relish the absence
of human activity
giving full reign
to spontaneous thoughts
that necessitate mild editing
of whatever sentiments come to mind
a moderate adjustment
cuz the wife usually
asks Alexa Echo
to play this, that or some other tune
emanating from SiriusXM Utopia
broadcasts from
major studio locations
in New York City,
Hollywood, and Washington, D.C.,
with other facilities
in cities like Nashville
and Memphis, subsequently the content
gets transmitted
to satellites in orbit,
which then broadcast
to ground repeaters
and directly to subscribers' receivers.
At 2:00 a.m. on October 19, 2025, in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania, the likely sounds would be common nocturnal animal vocalizations, insect noises, migrating bird calls, and the ambient sounds of the surrounding environment. Since the time is in the middle of the night, human-made noises would likely be minimal.

The "sound" of the universe isn't a single, audible noise but a combination of phenomena. Scientifically, it includes the ancient sound waves from the early universe, which have been translated into audible frequencies, and the constant hum of gravitational waves from black hole mergers, translated into "chirps". A more recent scientific translation is a low, droning B-flat from the black hole at the center of the Perseus galaxy cluster, a sound wave that is physically present but far below the range of human hearing. In spiritual traditions, like Hinduism, the "sound of the universe" is the sacred syllable "Om", representing the primordial sound from which everything was created.

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