another thought while on weed
i was smokin a bowl and i was fucking gone after 2, after all i get good ass shit, anyways, i was wondering, sound, how does it stop? like, if your in a feild and scream real loud, why does something as petty as distance effect distance of travel for sound? its so weird ebcuase its such a strong force and it eventually disapears into oblivian....any thoughts or answers?
another thought while on weed
Because the sound waves that are made travel and become few and far between the further the sound travels, it is literally pulses in the atmosphere you're hearing go into youre ears and past you, the less sound waves in ur ear obviously less sound, hope u understand sort of
another thought while on weed
WOW... Just WOW... But really i have pondered that before. I would imagine that eventually it would diminish in loudness and given the day and area there might be other factors. Who knows. But from a stoners point of view. It goes forever woman/man. It goes until someone hears it. Until someone can aprreaciate the amazing action you have just performed. I like to think that nothing we do is a waste. I mean sure when we drive our cars, we burn gas. But it's not wasting. We are emmiting fumes and exhaust into the air and depleating our resources. It's never a waste though it's like a negative effect to an end. So if you where in a field. And you screamed something, someone hears it. Something appreciates it. Something understands why you screamed. It's really beautiful actually. That's my Deep Two Cents.
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Originally Posted by herbalmedicine
Because the sound waves that are made travel and become few and far between the further the sound travels, it is literally pulses in the atmosphere you're hearing go into youre ears and past you, the less sound waves in ur ear obviously less sound, hope u understand sort of
i know scientifically why i just wonder why over time the waves deminish and ebcome longer, what force causes that
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Originally Posted by Greensworth
WOW... Just WOW... But really i have pondered that before. I would imagine that eventually it would diminish in loudness and given the day and area there might be other factors. Who knows. But from a stoners point of view. It goes forever woman/man. It goes until someone hears it. Until someone can aprreaciate the amazing action you have just performed. I like to think that nothing we do is a waste. I mean sure when we drive our cars, we burn gas. But it's not wasting. We are emmiting fumes and exhaust into the air and depleating our resources. It's never a waste though it's like a negative effect to an end. So if you where in a field. And you screamed something, someone hears it. Something appreciates it. Something understands why you screamed. It's really beautiful actually. That's my Deep Two Cents.
Dude, you must be blitzed out of your skull...
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same thing i was thinking. I want what he's smokin' :)
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im too drunk to uderstand a fuckin thing outta this thread ahhaha
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and when its a misty night sound travels way further....
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The answer is infinity. Sound doesnt just circle the globe, it travels up and beyond thru space and time. And the farther away, the older the sounds. Somewhere far out in the vastness of space, dinosaur roars are still travelling. A body ( or sound) in motion continues in motion unless something stops it.
What fucks with me is that, if we see a star 2 lightyears away explode, we are looking back in time, because the light of that explosion took years and years to reach us. The big Ear in Puerto Rico hears space sounds alll the time and noises from other galaxies, etc...
I dont remember who quoted it, but it says we are all just a mechanism striking a chord upon an infinite instrument.
Our senses are nothing but delicate readers of electrical impulses that our minds percieve to interpret...its amazing.
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my goodness isnt life a mystery