In a time, long long ago music was used to tell stories, to share experiences of exploring far away cosmoses. We would sit around fires and embrace freely as songs were sung and drums were beat. We would sit and wait for the embers to spark and send stars upwards. Then after the stories were told we would all turn to face East and wait for that warmth and glow to kiss our faces. So on and so on for millennia, the stories have been told.
There are those who want to control what is told, but it is up to us my brothers and sisters to make our stories happy stories, stories of hope and of love so that our children and our children's children can sing their songs and dance to their beats.
Keep the sprit free ;)