White noise is the mush of sound that can’t be distinguished.
And if we tried listening to everything in our acoustic orbit, we’d be equally overwhelmed.
Instead, most of us are intuitively selective in what we hear. We filter things out in the same way we only process part of the light that lands on our retina.
How amazing is that! Yet, there are also consequences.
Do we listen to hear a confirmation that what we think is right?
And how about hearing a challenge as merely demonstrating that the person simply doesn’t understand?
What about the whisper that says we are loved? Do we crowd it out with the noise of busyness?
I suspect we have a lot of relearning to do.