Ambiance and Objective Altruism 2

Through touch-less headphones the sound of one genius, raining, and melodic piano echo the drops of water that ripple the puddles in the shiny black assfault…all is vibrant green, rich brown, and deep-water black. The morning rain casts a sheen over every object, and an odor of life and oxygen itself fill his nose to an overwhelming degree…the child in the headphones is dressed handsomely, and warmly, in soft wool and cotton. Far ahead of this child is an eternity of wonders to be found and explored, but at the moment he is completely enchanted and intoxicated with the morning’s mist. His music carries his footsteps, and he is carelessly careful to avoid stepping in the larger areas of black-green canopy reflection. The child with no concern for the future fills every little stone at his feet with magic and meaning, and listens to the piano fall and rise to the music of life itself..