A small sound. A faint repeating blip somewhere beneath the surface of the conscious mind. A seed of sound has been planted. It slowly germinates in the dark damp recesses. It takes root and spreads deeper. Roots continue to spread and flourish in secrecy. Without warning it bursts forth, a vibrant new life. Green and feverishly taking in the light of the sun. But it is the mind that provides the Neutrient.