The microphone has landed. It stands in the middle of a rural field. Magnified, you can hear the swish of the grash as it blowes in the wind, the soft mooing of the cow that rests nearby. From behind you comes the piercing chirp of the songbirds resting in the trees, and the calming gurgle of the creek running straight through the pasture. As you take it all in, do you wonder where you fit into it all? Where you might possibly measure up to all of this?