Mankind is a creature that no longer evolves, is it not? One theory says that man is a neoteny

and is no longer able to evolve. If this is true, then what an absurd creature mankind has evolved

into. Not knowing what it is that drives them they keep their bodies merely to satisfy the desires of

the flesh. They're worthless, don't you think? That's all mankind is.

Muerte absoluta del cuerpo, pesadilla de la racionalidad

When humans are connected, small voices will become larger. When humans are connected, even life will get longer so..

On the Collective Unconscious

What isn't remembered never happened. Memory is merely a record. You just need to re-write that record.

If you can hear it, then it’s speaking to you. And if you can see it, then it’s yours to have

WHITE NOISE

When Willie Mink finally does enter the story, he has already become a pathetic, half-crazed figure. Deranged and debilitated, he personifies the corrupting influence of technological and media stimuli, the novel’s titular white noise. Fixed in front of a soundless television, muttering phrases from old shows and commercials, Willie Mink fills the narrative with his own white noise, or babblings. For Willie, the distinctions between real and artificial have collapsed entirely, and he can no longer differentiate between the two. Willie Mink is the ultimate casualty of this world of simulations, where characters live almost entirely under the illusions they create.

Everything in the novel—from Hitler to the supermarket, from the airborne toxic event to the white noise of the novel’s title—circles back to human beings’ primal, deep-seated fear of dying. 

Jack and Babette speculate that death might be nothing more than an eternal hum of white noise: detached bits of data, garbled gibberish, and meaningless sounds, all vibrating at an equal frequency so that nothing in particular stands out and everything remains potentially significant. However, this description could also apply to Jack’s life and to White Noise in general. While there is a general plotline in the novel, the bulk of the book is comprised of digressions, tangential conversations, and snippets of overheard machines and broadcast

more elusive strain of sound that people like Murray and Jack detect behind that white noise—as simultaneously a thing of dread and of intangible transcendence.

When Steffie mumbles “Toyota Celica” in her sleep, a similar tension is being evoked, as a crass marketing term becomes transformed, in Jack’s eyes, into something mystical and beautiful. The phrase, which seems to represent cold, mechanized modernity, ends up expressing something primal and deeply human