This pretty much sums it up:
I like how Killah Priest put it: My mind is a palace; so I keep my hair stylish, my flesh tone, and my teeth polished.
As NAS once said: "If only I can hear your voice and your laughter just one more time, my chest would be filled up with sunshine"
Music is like mental oxygen. Every composition is a kind of knowledge all on its own.
AMADEUS (1984). "It seemed to me that I was hearing a voice of God" ... "I will ruin Your Incarnation." Damn!
For me, it has a way of tapping into my deep focusing ability. Holding me there, hostage--locked into a bombardment of propaganda. Once recovered, its an irksome experience. No thanks!
Currently: "Physics and Philosophy" by Sir James Jean.
Family.