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Pretty ironic isn't it. oxyMOREiconic even. All it needs is a flying squirrel and some dancing bears and it's gonna be a winner. Sodium street lights are freaky things. Why they are not used to teach about emission spectra and how all the different excited atoms put off there own shrieking hiss of pain as they're overfed massive amounts of PGH (photon growth hormone fo you of those not in teh know) ala/aka energy remains one of lifes greatest mysteries. Course and all why that sickly light is even cool and all that is weird. Maybe someday like someone is going to find out that the fung-sway on the proton/neutron pairings is all off or not the "right" number and that leads to less than pleasant light. Yeah, like arc-lights see they are a different beast. They probably have some special atomic number which in turn creates a different kind of shriek which is more like a nice tonal ringing which makes it totally sound better, execpt to your eyes. Freaky thing hearing and sound. They are pretty much the same. Conditioning gets you all thinking that one is invisible and the other not. Just it is not that way. Not at all. Head on over to the cyber-eye shop on Klane IV sometime and pick up some of those special types he keeps in the back room and you only get to see after you've become friends by buying yourself lots of different eyes for different occasions along with the associated pre-taught neural net and then maybe you'll get to take a gander at the eyes of eyes which he imports from this other galaxy which isn't officially supposed to be trading with us. Then you're gonna see. Your gonna see sound. You're gonna see all manner of electromagnetic goodness. If you're lucky that is all you're gonna see. Sometimes seeing too much ends up burning someone out and then there is cleanup to do. Can't leave eyes like that laying around. Somebody figure out about the illicit trading and then his lucrative little side business would be over. So yeah, don't be a tranced out and amazed and laying on the ground absorbing most of the entire universe and all right there all at once like some starfish or anything. Get yourself some major sensory and muscualar depressants and head out to somewhere isolated, dark and safe. Just say. Too much input all at once is a great way to end up being what ends up being. Mush to be precise. Sentient mush, formerly named.