There are some times when you read something or hear something and it resonates with you. This is one of those things.
Once, I too was a Titan and my Hum was audible not only to myself but those who worked with me. I knew the love of friends and family but it was outside myself, not OF myself. My hum was of a single tone. Only through losing my hum have I found the symphony.
Anyone who sails will tell you there is something ethereal about the low moan of the mast stays in the wind; the methodical thudding of the sea lapping at the hull; the high flick of a sail badly trimmed; the low murmer of people below or above; the cry of a gull.
This is more than 15 minute play for me. It is the melody that feeds a new hum.