Sound, like most things, is something we endure, because most sound cannot help but be insufferable. Usually, it wears us down and drives us to the brink of our sanity, as when we spend enough time with a humming appliance, or with a talkative stranger. Sometimes, sound actually terrifies us, as when we trigger an alarm, or are shouted at. Eventually, when we are on the brink of being destroyed by sound, we foolishly rush to silence, and then realize that silence is actually totally alienating and therefore totally insufferable. And so we resign ourselves to the endurance of sound. We endure and endure and wonder if there will ever be a reprieve. We wonder what form a reprieve could possibly take. And then, one day, we discover that there are reprieves… a soft, kind word, or a piece of music eventually presents itself to us. At this moment–a crucial moment–we fasten upon music. It is only certain music, we begin to realize, that is somehow not insufferable.