The world is made up of sounds that express concepts that we pass, one to another; and fears, deeper-rooted than thought. And we think with these concepts, these sounds, to ourselves and out loud; and we fear with them as well. The world is made up of people that express sounds, shared vocabularies--disparate meanings; one note across the world rings a thousand different tales against a thousand different contexts, is hidden in a thousand different scores. The world is made up of pains expressed as sounds, and joys expressed the same; I can hear what you are thinking but my ear may be to blame for the thoughts that I receive from your sounds.