Given free rein, my brain turns almost every ambient noise into music: factory, crowded room, big ac plus traffic -- anything, really. Similarly, random folds in bedding, curtains, clothing, etc., become faces.
Pereidolia, visual and auditory, apophenia's powerful sense of significant connection between random things (the heart of conspiracies?), all lifelong events for me. I have to actively choose to let it happen now, but in a cavernous old school truck factory 50 years ago, the score was symphonic; as a kid, the faces in my dark bedroom were nightmarish.
These are among the reasons I am deeply skeptical of visions and revelations. I know the brain--my brain--is wired for them. I know what they are.
"If you can keep your head while those around you are losing theirs, you can collect a lot of heads."Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.
-Terence