You Don't Need Water to Take These Soul Vitamins

Part 1: "The Fountain of Youth is Not for Pouring Into Your Ice Tray"

Browse by artist, browse by album, but for the love of God, please don't browse by genre. Genre's utility is limited to academic genealogy at most.
Music is supposed to be a strange tapestry that weaves in and out of our lives, not a cordoned-off amusement that is prohibited from mystery unless granted at the appropriate scene/act/play. It is to interrupt you and define itself by organic and human means. When it permeates the mundane and gives life a cinematic quality is when it has achieved its true purpose as an art form.
The only way to get around genre while being comfortable with its hap-hazard nature is to stay in good company.

Part 2: "We Chopped the Shade Trees Down to Build a Sunblock Factory"

There is friction between individuals who know how to live presently and emptily and the institutions that individuals comprise. The institutions and constructs behave as if there is a goal to be reached, but are unable to name one that is both complete and consistent.
There is a paradigm filled to the brim with "action items" and "spreadsheets" but they exist only because the people who do not know how to live presently and emptily cannot find the bottom of their bellies.
There is a greater debt being created than by those who do not wish to "contribute" or "fit in". It is created by those who perpetuate the illusion that there is anything to contribute or anything to fit into.
Absolutely no comfort taken for granted by a society either helps the individuals therein live presently and emptily nor does it exist outside the purpose of creating individual wealth for those who have nothing to believe in or learn about.
The world is controlled by those who love control, not by those who know what they are doing.
It is time for individuals to exempt themselves from the wearing of masks sold in bulk at the outlets of ideology and retain their true, empty, eternal identities as mere barnacles on a planet bobbing selflessly through a universe too beautiful to pollute with blind intention and arbitrary definition."