I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
The phenomenon known colloquially as the "World Hum" constitutes an intriguing yet perplexing auditory experience characterized by a persistent, low-frequency humming sound, typically perceived...