It hits like an aural freight train, overwhelming with a Wurli like Wonder, beats from Senegal, the belt of Mahalia and the grit of Levon. And beneath it all lies the sorrow, joy, hope, sadness, optimism, religion, faith and love of three millennia of humankind as we’ve learned it while confined within this greenblue marble. You’re on your feet and you are one with your fellow to the left and right, above and below you. Futures of open minds and hearts are dictated by the past through rhythms of 145th St. & Amsterdam Ave., ancient melodies of Varanasi and wails of Muscle Shoals; the trailing note of an Esquire. You’ve entered into a contract; a promise - held sacred that each today is a new day, blessed like no other before it. And with each tomorrow you’ll renew this vow as human, as a being. Because we all have a gift. That gift is life, music, soul and that there ain’t nothing funny ‘bout peace, love and understanding. This is their message. This is their music. This is their Truth.