Even music has its merits because it compensates for the great variety of moods and sensations man lost when he abandoned his life in the forest. There is fine music everywhere between moss-covered stones and foliage, and I do not mean the singing of birds and the tinkling of a rivulet: I mean music without sound. Music beyond the eardrums. We have had to create flutes and violins to leave impressions deeper in than the eardrums, where nature used to play.
Thor Heyerdahl, Fatu-Hiva