Someone once said that Beethoven's music is not art at all, it is but a rant, a cry, a noise similar to one you make when in pain. It is not expression, not a presentation of feelings or emotions; it is as artistic as the gurgling you make when I tighten my wire around your neck.

You decide if you gurgle or you express.

There is a need for generosity and magnanimity between human beings: Generosity between us to allow the space for doubt; the space for freedom; the space for mistakes; and the space for understanding. Magnanimity to allow ourselves space to breathe; to allow others silence; our silence and their own; to allow stomach for the ambiguity between words; and for ourselves and others to follow their own hearts.

Now I am asking for space, just physical distance from some, and with that, silent, radio-dead space as well.