What woe, that your siren song should fall upon such deaf...
A conclusion to the art of communication
He's there again, right in the middle. He's buried up to his waist and your throwing stones at him. Did his hum annoy that much? I've been hopping across rocks trying to come to terms with all this and now I've hopped right back to where I started from. I think that, it wasn't really the hum that annoyed so much. I think that, it was the tune he was humming. Tone and verbiage can easily be ignored. But that depressing hum was drilling deep into the core of that metamorphic seam of knowledge. The sublime melody and harmony of your tune, might just as easily elicit an adverse response. What woe, that your siren song should fall upon such deaf ears. Better to dwell in the bliss of your own elysian song and let him meditate in the satisfaction of his monotone hum. Just keep whistling your tune and let him hum his.