To be jettisoned from the shadowy cracks in society, to possess identities more meaningful than a string of numbers. To have voices loud enough to silence gunfire and political infighting. This society of freaksome flotsam. Time to jettison the jive jetsam. In this current map of reality, the dream is no longer the territory. Democracy isn’t the footpath free of lies and landmines. Better to re-write the questions to find better answers. If music soothes the savage beast, then let’s learn to tune our hearts to a symphony of sincerity.