Some records just become something more.

Certain records are just meant to be enjoyed on a whole other level. They transcend audio and become part of the soul. Honesty, sorrow, joy, genius, creativity, and everything else merge into moments of bliss that just seem to fit somewhere inside.
What I mean is, sometimes, a record does more than provide background noise or fill the air with harmony or dissonance. Some albums speak to the subconscious while still maintaining a solid aural presence. For me, it's records that impart so much of the emotion from the artist that they practically bleed honesty. They just get to me, whether it's giving a sense of peace or making me feel every pen stroke of every word. I just put on Alexander's White Flags... and got a deep, calming sense of peace. Coupled with high-quality headphones, I'm in both sonic and personal bliss. I could sleep for days on a bed of clouds.
I want this to be my effect on somebody, somewhere. Even if it's only two kids in a basement somewhere, listening through computer speakers off a MySpace track, I want it to be there. Connection between artist and listener is key.

Ramesses II

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817.