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Music To My Ears

It's funny and extremely taken for granted how all humans perceive sound in the same way. Every ear and brain has it hardwired in it to listen to the same tone the same way. 

It's somehow so internal to us. But why…. 

The fascinating thing is, I can ask a person if they've heard a song and when they say yes, I have no second thoughts if the song sounded the same to them.


To me and another person on the other side of the planet, a note sounds the exact same though our inheritance and genes may be completely different.


Two people having no common ancestry even a hundred generations back, will vibe to the same song in the same way.

That's something now…
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