How many lumens of light shine through all the glass, of all the windows, on all of the buildings? Is that light enough to equal the glow of a full moon, or the sun on a cloudy day? Just how many lumens, illuminate only the contours of people’s faces? Are just those lumens, the one’s adorning faces, enough to power a lighthouse, a movie projector? How long could a person comfortably stare at just that light?
How many prayers, at this instant, are being spoken? If transcribed onto paper, how long would this scroll of prayers stretch? Could the scroll, if torn into pieces, be re-arranged into stories? If dropped from the sky, at the level of clouds, how would these pieces fall? Would these prayer fragments, given to the wind, settle earthwards as naturally occurring poetry? Would the poetry be of a quality to print?
Outside of prayer, how many conversations are taking place inside the rooms of all the walls in all the buildings? How many typed pages of text would these conversations create? If finely shredded, how much confetti would these pages produce? Would the confetti be of an amount to furnish a child’s birthday, a wedding, or something more?
Inside the walls of these human dwellings, how many hearts are beating? How loud, in decibels, is each heart beat? If added together, what would be the sum volume? Would it be as loud as someone’s voice? As loud as a choir? As loud as what? How many individual heartbeats, with their own unique rhythm, would be needed to blend into a singular uniform sound? If amplified through speakers what tone would that sound register? Would it be a warm sound? Would it be pleasing to hear?
Try to imagine that sound.