Humans are extraordinary. They are quite the kaleidoscopic bunch, all jumbled to create the masterpiece of humanity. Some love and feel and risk their heart, while others are the eye of the mortal storm. Some feel every speck of chaos that rages across the earth, while others feel nothing, as though their organs and bones have all been dissolved. They have hands that can create and mouths that let the world hear their song. They have voices that illuminate earth’s melody and thoughts to contemplate its wonders. They have ears to listen to each other’s erratic heartbeats and silly worries. They have brains that create apocalypses in the space between their ears: their fragments of matter and fragmented thoughts, swirling and colliding until they settle into a place of acceptance. All of their bodies’ instruments work as a harmonious coalition, an orchestra that sets the tune of the world. There are thousands of genres and billions of melodies that clash and comply or that push and pull. This is the magnetic rhapsody that defines the extraordinaire of humanity.