Inertia and repetition we have experienced emotions. Good if … bad. The piano at times reminiscent of the way to the infinite height, which one wants to master. Guitar is an infinite sadness, the intangible hope … cello and violin solemnly remind us that life is short, and all the best to do at this very moment. Composers put his heart and soul into his works, whatever was not the last. Poets who create the music link with the society set out thoughts, ideas, and most of them – their life beliefs.

Later, when music was written out to a wider audience, all that is inherent in the song, projected on the life of other people – atheists are believers, believers – discouraged in their view of the world, the lovers cease to love (because, as the song says – "it is not fashionable.") Life is accelerated by all the same music, making millions of unnecessary resources in the form of cash equivalent, strong families fall apart, gently scrape on the soul of all the cats from the same wistful melodies. And all because the adoption of any – the decision-making requires complete silence and isolation, but what we hear instead? People? No. Eternal "Music" pouring out of every speaker radio, around the globe. Going, for example, to work, trying to think of a high, well, or at least just think – no, you out of the audio – a miracle will result IS, and then pulls only on depression and fierce desire to shoot out of all this empty world, even superior. I do not blame without proof the entire music industry – all – yet there are still things you can not just listen but also to understand. Just … Maybe it is profitable, puff humanity brains, as if from the outside …. And, as if involuntarily hammering into our minds information that they in principle should not be.