The purpose of music is to release us from the tyranny of conscious thought

Music. My medicine.
My own personal brand of heroin, of which I desperately need my daily fix.

You close your eyes, turn up the volume, and lean back entering a distant universe within yourself.

Far away from everyday life. Far away from reality.

Like a flow of salvation the sound dances through your ears. Seeping in, embracing your brain with tickling fragments of bliss.
Absorbing the healing substance, your inner world is slowly filled with remedy.

Building you up with its own unique magic, it bit by bit hits you like a powerful drug.
Exploding into a mighty high, thoroughly massaging your mind to the point of mental orgasm
- enriching your soul with the deepest intoxication of satisfaction.

And just like that, for a moment, you're whole. So fucking whole.

The magic of music allows you to take a step out of the physical world. A break from the crowdedness.

 To soar in your own parallel universe. Floating around on waves of mental freedom and relief.