No answer.

The skies seem so high, and the unlimited space drives me to accelerate into continuous spontaneous combustion. Life is pretty great for the moment, things are slowly falling into place, one by one I am knocking the rocks off each life-threatening challenge there is in front of me.
My head quickly becomes filled with music, invisible vibrations of sounds smashing and bouncing around the room.
Continually, the fact that something can exist without any physical form bewilders me. I look at the skies and feel the air lightly touching my skin.. I am amazed.

True meaning of happiness has no answer, it's as concrete as the air we pass through, and as solid as the rush of music, pounding you're brain and kicking you into gear.
Rhythm and love are two in the same, coming at you with a fuck load of drugs and you can explore the never ending sea of pure bliss, and more!

Also.... I am hungry.