in those days , when the grass was greener and more beautiful music , when there was no bad music in order to recover long- lost formula for good music. Breaking the space and time , we hear the sounds of divine music in which every note is in place . It seems like people experience when they listen to albums Sigur Ros, some blissful chuvtsvo . This condition can not be described , it is difficult to grasp and easy to lose , but surprisingly, throughout our stay, it’s all amplified and amplified. In the porthole fly all the most important musical and historical landmarks in the history . Important is not the end point of arrival , but the journey itself , because the desire - that’s the most important thing in our lives , reaching a certain point we will want to continue their journey on. Honestly, I do not know where we are, we have reached the same place ? And where is this place ? Most likely we flew much farther beyond space-time. Really , we have not found the formula ? do all in vain ? Our journey - that was the formula , or rather one of her songs , collected scraps of memories. Calculate it is impossible, but we were lucky and we have become rare lucky that opened one of the ideal musical compositions. Will we ever repeat this trip … maybe not soon , but someday necessarily , but for now you need to come back to earth and humanity pass data collected by our sensors. We are not smart enough to calculate the data obtained from the formula , but we now have one of the tracks generated by this ideal formula . So it is correct , because if humanity possessed the “key” to anything good it would not have resulted .