The orchestra to which we all belong is not one of simple definition.
It does, however, possess a name: Humanity.
This is the ensemble to which we all refer.
It is an ensemble with unique instruments,
All of which have the ability to produce vivacious fortes and pianos replete with unexpressed tears.
The appropriate times to use such dynamics are decided by a conductor much too divine in righteousness, and too grand in purity to question.
His baton moves seamlessly through the air,
Provoking a sound incredibly superb in nature:
Not simply an utterance, but a sensation that defies all explanation.
It lingers, suspended in the fragrant air as celestial bodies cease rotation.
All eyes remain fixed on the conductor, as a subtle stroke of his ivory baton issues another wave of flawless chords to wash along the unsoiled shore.
An array of prolific vibrato reflects a proficiency exceeding the standards of even the most meticulous of critics.
And while such critics utilize confusing analyses to impress, such scrutiny is irrelevant and futile in assessing an entity that panders only to the accomplished, yet humble leadership of the conductor.
While some instruments may not be as submissive as others,
They are nonetheless conformed by means of humane agitation,
lest they disturb the will of their subordinate companions.
Such servitude does, however, have its benefits;
Those with soloist mentalities are not often assisted when they stumble.
Although compassion and sympathy may be given,
Assistance is seldom offered.

The musicians of a docile nature will most often receive the succor denied to others.
There is here, a decision to be made;
Though it may be not apparent, you must choose:
Shall your skills become those of a brilliant artisan whose abilities acknowledge few boundaries, whilst rarely provided the support of the majority?
Shall your talents be left to flourish over a lifetime,
During which period ample aid is consistently offered?
Or will such virtuosity be squandered upon the endeavors of a petulant commentator,
Whose reviews merely brandish empty threats to the flourishing capacity of an exuberant compilation?

Humanity, in all its forms, is as apprehensive as it is deferential. It ponders actions, knowledge, as well as authority.
We must, however, employ a certain balance within each category.
They must be asked at the appropriate intervals to ensure the sustainability of a future we have yet to compose.