I wake up today pondering the expression "...with special needs." It's interesting how quickly our culture devises expressions to distinguish others from ourselves. Don't we all have special needs?

What's the difference between having a special need and having a secret? Don't we all have secrets?

Maybe the social pressure of the day is not to have secrets.

What is more secret than the music that plays in your head all the time--even when you sleep? Who is going to help you hear it?