I could never accurately explain the affect music has on me. Of course the essense of pleasure lies in an involuntary stimulation of the brain, but music is capable of expressing what words and gestures cannot. Its communicative power is infinate. It transcends the limitations of verbal language and I find that COOL, yunno?
When I hear a good piece of music, I am reminded of the beauty in the world and derive a certain comfort in the knowledge that humans are capable of creating it. I consider the ability to manipulate sound so as to stimulate the brain to be something like a gift from the gods, and thus beget my admiration for great composers, bands and artists.
It's the best and most reliable solace I have in this world in that the power of music is infinite. Words are a human actualisation, but music, infinite music, is the language of the divine. I could never explain in sensical detail what it means to me. It transcends sense. I am unworthy and incapable of explaining what music means to me.
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