Everything has come full circle, no room for squares. Nor hate groups of triangular hoods or colored bandanas, and spare us overpaid opinions spit without regard by critics, journalists and half-wit artists. In fact, this time around an emphasis should be placed on thinking for yourself as to eliminate cognitive fixation and our false sense of failure having not lived up to the televised standard. Or perhaps, maybe set store by something beyond the temporal, that which we cannot behold, nameless yet everywhere. From the soft sacred song of a bird beneath the window, to the far-flung beacons in the limitless cosmic sea.