Have you ever stepped back and listened to all the conversations happening all at once at a party? Like a flock of birds, there’s a synchronicity that exists inside the chattering mass.
The pitch increases and the conversations flap faster. A sudden pause as sharp as a mid-flight turn, and the conversations pop out of formation and into brief context before regrouping to become the giant winged cacophony that is its nature.
Lapping outwards, you can hear the passage of energy through the rooms; through the conversations. Ripples in a pond, really.
If I close my eyes I can see all the luminous circles intersecting, endlessly, hypnotically as thousands of feathers tickle my ears.