It dissipates into the air like butterflies, or a cloud of dust.
Science Memes
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Into darkness, my old friend.
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains
Within the sound of silence
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
The music stays in your head until your forget it. Music only exists in your head
It turns into memories and heat.
Let's assume the kid knows it's a recording. It's still a valid question.
Like where is the recording coming from when the kid asks Alexa to play a song?
I never thought about it, as I don't have kids, but must be a bit harder explaining a global IT-infrastructure than it was for my grandpa to explaining how a VHS works. On a generalised level, that is.
The kid made a mistake asking where music came from. Now me must learn about TCP/IP, NTP and DNS 💀💀💀💀
The kid is gonna need naptime and to clear the next 3 years of his schedule. This is gonna get complicated.....
It goes out into the world, to be merged alongside all of the other sounds, until it can be recycled as "new" music and you can enjoy it again:-).
"Where do you think it goes?"
"And can you please tell me, oh
Where do broken hearts go?
Can they find their way home
Back to the open arms
Of a love that's waiting there?
And if somebody loves you
Won't they always love you?"
Really reminded me of this - the incorrect, useless, but poetic answer could be that it's just like with love. Into the open arms of the music thats waiting there.
into our minds and into our hearts
To retire on a farm upstate, unless my mom lied to me 🤔
It goes on until it doesn’t? Seems like there’s a pseudo-scientific philosophical argument that it continues on forever at some quantum level?