I call this third volume of poems "The Hum of It All" to indicate a unifying process in my life. We are born into a world of dualisms. It's just the way things are from birth. We hear a limited range of sounds, but we know from science that we are unable to hear or experience so many more sounds, echoes of the Big Bang, that move through us unheard. My Siamese cat Max purrs loudly on my chest to remind me of this bigger concert in the cosmic...