Music speaks the language of the soul
Unified, unidentified, those parts that call forth the best of what we are as humans. A lineage of sound building from an ancestery of notes working toward a mystery.
Music calls us to march. It calls us to sing. It calls us in our darkest hours to never give up. It calls us to come together and love. From spirituals that ask us to hold on to humanity even if none seems apparent, to the nighclubs that tell us to dance without limits. The smokey concert halls that jazz us orange or the dives that whiskey our blues to the dubstep stomp that bass us vibration brown. Music ignites the fire that reminds us that we are better than way may seem.
Music and hope and even despair - all of it reminding us that we are. Simply. Beautifully. Transcendant. Put the needle down and let it turn, tap that button and digital drown. Whatever your media - go listen to some music and revel in the fact that it even exists.
Yeah, that's right. Holy shit - it's music.