My name is Harmony. I am anything but. I love the arts and music moves my soul. From it sparkling fountains of colorful light fill my mind. But when I think of the world and all its problems the music becomes dull and muted and the colors are washed away, lost in a cacophonous sea of meaningless noise called life.
I am Peter’s big sister, but more, and I have a question for you. Can art be a weapon? Can music be a sword? I am the avenger of the innocent! I know the answer and you must change or die! I will find a way.
I love people, but I hate them to. I love art, but I hate most art. I love the great beauty of the world, but I hate what we have done to our world. I hate the haters. I love the lovers.
I know, it sounds like I’m confused. I’m not. You cannot see or hear me. To you, I am just a crazy teenager. Well, that I am, but I am a lot saner than you. Peter's right about the waking monsters. His dream monsters, well, my brother does have a very active imagination.
There are monsters in the world and they probably control everything like he says. I cannot live with that. Knowing that they kill millions of people every year and have enslaved humanity trapped on this small planet out in the middle of nowhere.
Men have caused these problems, but we, women and children, will solve them. You torture and kill the innocent children, your mothers and sisters. Men are the monsters. You control the money, you control the armies, the police, the mob. You are the monsters that run loose in the world.
Those who don't kill and maim turn the other cheek, look the other way, pretend everything is normal. Well, it's not. It never has been. It can't continue! It won't!!
You good Christians and faithful Muslims, you patriotic Republicans and loyal Democrats, you are not the victims. You are the evil that fills every dark space, the shadow that enshrouds the entire planet. You must change, or you must die!
The arts have always been a big influence on people. I just hope I'm good enough to get their attention, or hookup with someone who can. They may fight with dollars and bombs. We have something better: light, sound, love, and words. They don't stand a chance!