I've always preferred silence to the constant noise most people seem to need in their lives. I live alone, in a quite and small neighborhood, so the silence is fantastic. Of course I still have the refrigerator that make some interesting sounds, my two wall clocks, both of which I can see and hear from my recliner.
I've always been a very early riser, getting up at 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. I always enjoyed sitting with my morning coffee, reading something, and hearing the ticking of the clocks. I was very surprised one morning when their tick tocks started sounding like voices saying such things as "you can do it" "be careful" "say what!?" I started writing them all down in a little book. Pretty weird.
I have an air purifier in my bedroom, and sometimes when I go to bed, over its constant hum, I hear voices, like a man and woman talking. So many times I've gotten up and looked out the window to see where they are, but there's no one at all.
I would say there are many mysteries and unknown realms that surround us.
Twice in my long lifetime, as a seven-year-old, and as a fifty-seven-year-old, I've seen a place in a snowy winter that felt like pure magic, and I just knew there was a doorway somewhere that would take me to an unbelievable place, if I could find the doorway. The small space was there for only a few moments.