define music

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You can bet (in a playful tone, saying) that Music is chic heaven’s daughter affianced with the devil. You can bet that Music is the only magician who knows all opus pocus formulas.

This Lady, — the Music, says the same words and yet differently while it's pulsating powerfully with its witchery notes, using its acolytes.

This Empress, — the Music, it’s the One that leads you where it wants to take you.
This Goddess, — the Music, it’s the reason for which the oxytocin flows in waves, leaving marks in the brain and in each neural circuitry. Furthermore, it’s the Divine product, not just a simple pleasure. It’s part of the background noise of each existence, offering a full life. Also, it amuses and energizes. It gives wings to the libido and stimulates intense emotions. And… it brings a better mood, taking you out of stress… (a stress which might lead to depression, burnout, and other similar disorders).

Therefore, let the Music flow, for it's the therapy in itself. Not to mention that it makes you sexy (otherwise, how to explain the sex appeal of the rock stars 🎸, anointed and pampered in the action’s bedding… of its pureness).

 

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