Nature has some perfections, to show us that she is the image of God; and some imperfections to show us that she is only God's image. . . .
~ by Blaise Pascal
I am carried by the movement of the sound.
I go with it, listening.
It is a flow of music through the universe,
A flow of music into me.
It is a flow of harmonies,
Vast, beyond me.
Tremendum. A great word, a sound,
The music of life playing in the spheres beyond.
In the Silence, in the Silence.