The Secret Files
The Hollow Mountain
The Universe is more like music than matter.
There is geometry in the humming of the strings.
There is music in the spacing of the spheres.
Pythagoras (ca. 500 BC)
Greek mathematician and philosopher
I paused to listen to the silence. My breath, crystallising as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. The wind vane pointed toward the South Pole. Presently the windcups ceased their gentle turning as the cold killed the breeze. My frozen breath hung like a cloud overhead.
The day was dying, the night was being born - but with great peace. Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it! That was what came out of the silence - gentle rhythm, the strain of a perfect chord, the music of the spheres, perhaps.
It was enough to catch that rhythm, momentarily to be myself a part of it. In that instant I could feel no doubt of man's oneness with the universe. The conviction came that that rhythm was too orderly, too harmonious, too perfect to be a product of blind chance - that, therefore, there must be purpose in the whole and that man was part of that whole and not an accidental offshoot. It was a feeling that transcended reason; that went to the heart of man's despair and found it groundless. The universe was a cosmos, not a chaos. Man was as rightfully a part of that cosmos as were the day and night.
Admiral Richard E. Byrd
in 'The frozen world of the South Pole'
The rotation of the universe and the motion of the planets could neither begin nor continue without music... for everything is ordered by God according to the laws of Harmony.
Plutarch (46 -120 AD)
Greek historian & essayist
If you look deep enough, you will see music;
the heart of nature being everywhere music.