Sound (n.) is matter that gives up its rest, trembles, and in every part struggles to return to where it was.
Sound (n.) is an externality annihilated in its very coming-to-be — a double negation that vanishes of itself.
Sound (n.) is the substance most proper to be produced as time itself: sound relevé from its naturalness, the voice.
Sound (n.) is a body surviving a blow: the vibration in which its pure ideality, its own time, comes to independent existence.
Sound (n.) is an exteriority annihilated by its own being-there: it vanishes of itself the moment it arises.
Sound (n.) in poetry is a mere sign, filled with meaning; if it kept a value of its own, as in music, art could be used up in handling it.
Sound (n.) has a strange privilege in idealization: the ear receives the soul's own first, more ideal activity, and the object's interiority becomes interiority itself.
Sound (n.) is the inner vibration of a body gathered into ideality, almost the soul of its body: it rings out when the body suffers violence and quivers, or when it triumphantly holds its own.