It is quite simple really. A little kid grows up in a world where he is expected to seek an education that derives from the knowledge of brainwashed servants. Existence is defined by fictitious information he is told is vital. In actuality, merit and status have no relevance to the extreme sensitivities making The Little Kid "feel". To where must he turn?
Music connects him to the unexpainable feelings within. Suddenly there is a reality he can understand. He knows that song could be a means to an end but he must practice his craft. He must do the research and surround himself with every kind of music there is. The Little Kid trusts his intuitions and ignores the foolish dogma from the authorities.
Through this deep introspection The Little Kid accepts himself at the Institute of Empiricism where data is collected through experience. There are no professors screaming of opinions and theories made up thousands of years ago. IT IS LIFE happening before his eyes, pure and true. Nothing is deterring the advent of realization.
The only exam at the Institute of Empiricsm is endurance. There is no rule book and there are no secrets. It is always changing and adventure is right around the corner. One receives no degree or palace of recognition, just the glorious opportunity to "BE" within the absolute of "NOW".
