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Fox English Literature 22 April 2012 My Special Thing First of all, I would not specifically call it a thing as it does bring life to those listening to it, however specifically talking about what is listened too. I do indeed believe that my special thing is the piano. Most of the songs that require its magnificence are obsolete, redundant, and unpleasantly rough to the ear, as the designs many primitive composers blindly write songs merely poetic which in its dark purpose attracts audiences that sum up to the millions. Its true potential although recognized, ends up vanished and exiled from the society that no longer appreciates the genius as humankind would not even place it into center stage as they did back during the peak of musical ingenuity. Intellectuals, scholars, and even the commons would devour the essence of purity and creativity, as it leads them towards a cycle beyond the capacities of what a simple sexual stage of ecstasy could merely produce, however in the modern times of the corrupt society I am gracefully allowed to live in, the music is linked more towards the aspirations of the weak, the helpless, the temporary satisfactions of material wealth and people, power, human will, and out of all of them, love. The mere illusion that blinds countless humans, although a true manifestation of care, respect, and devotion; abused nonetheless attracts the largest quantity of humans into its distorted ideas and fake or even phony philosophies. Words manifested into lyrics have been abused by those who do not possess much right to create works of art out of it; ergo vis a vis, undeniably creates an artistic world that further deludes mankind into immoral actions. This is not a philosophy, but merely a suggestion of what might be happening to the world. I in the other hand seek refuge, shelter, a safe haven to the world in this musical instrument, while the songs played by my hands do me wonders seen through the mirror of my iris. This memoir does have its tone of exaggeration and insult, but with no means of offense, public speech is a human right if according to most humans it does exist. But if I am indeed exaggerated, how often in the social conversations humans take place in, do we use over-exaggerated terms such as; genius, hell, heaven, retard, etc. However, these are barely the few terms that can easily be spotted across certain non-intellectual conversations. I do not criticize any particular class or social group of peoples, but rather most of the first-world humans who lavishly enjoy their comforts addicting themselves to a drug more powerful than any substance or maybe even the substances are part of their wealth. Their own material wealth becomes their deacon who overrules and with all authority enforces and vainly tries to justify their amount of selflessness compared to those around them, who are almost no better. Its become almost confusing, as to how humans enjoy to brag about their new wealth, but promises that they dont have much and deny them being higher in order to have a essence of humility to indirectly higher ones self. As in a conclusion, it is indeed impossible to further describe the problems of mankind by simple words. As to receive a general idea, the piano, does only give a safe haven (without enforcing too much emphasis upon its meaning) towards the problems that surround me. Nevertheless, I like the piano because it is a very special thing to me.