is that uncategorized mechanism that makes a man's mind tick. man's alter-ego if you will. ones other half. no man is complete without her by his side until he (including she in this manner) finds a tune to temporarily satisify ones self caligations. i do so through music. what about your lust finding? it's a good nicotine patch to end the addiction. until you run out of tunes to listen to and thoughts to subside in pleasing oneself you run into a brick wall as per pink floyd. did they run into a brick wall? of course. like all bands they have their bickering, ridicules, and mishaps, but eventually in the end they are satisified with their accomplishments. i don't want the misfortune of mr. cobain. i want to live long and prosper as so did (yet still) bob dylan.