It is a noise filled world out there. So much so, that our brains are literally wired to filter out most of it. And by "literally", I mean really, really, actually, no bruh srsly. Not the "figuratively" that my kids keep trying to redefine it to. (If Webster's teenagers take over the family business, we're doomed, ain't we.) So much noise. Internet. News. Media. Commercialism. All in contention. All sewing dissension. Bloggers and vloggers all monologuing in tension. With youtubers and tiktok-ers all starved for ascension. Everyone preying on your precious attention. It's almost straight out of a Dr. Seuss book. Remember when spam came in a can? My spam folder, dare I open it in search of lost emails, reminds me of the bathroom stall walls from school or rest stops. Daily robocalls and texts and a snail mail box full of junk ... well, junk and charities. Wow! There are a lot of charities. So much need in the world. I hate to classify charities as j...