Sniffing out the news

On the national scene:

Farmers are planting more corn for ethanol than for food products.

A French architect says he believes the great pyramids of Egypt were built “inside out”.

An asteroid will pass by the earth tonight, at a distance of a mere 2 million miles.

Consumer spending and incomes were reported to be up for February (?? Not for anyone we know…)

The software files used in MS Windows to create the tumbling hourglass we so love to watch while a program loads could allow intruders to hack into your computer without you knowing it. Microsoft is working on a fix, of course. In the meantime, those who are computer savvy suggest we use Mozilla Firefox.

And on the local scene:

A small family-owned sports store closes, knocked out by another big box chain store.

The Idaho Legislature has finally adjourned (Goathead roundup, anyone?).

A local radio station has “flipped” from Country-W to Oldie rock (another vote for originality).

And—you can see an actual ground squirrel in the local paper’s Natural Wonder photo gallery…

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People everywhere confuse what they read in newspapers with news.
-- A.J. Liebling

When we hear news we should always wait for the sacrament of confirmation.
-- Voltaire

Telling stories

A day of stories:
- Of a friend whose house nearly burned last night.

- A woman taking refuge in her bedroom after filing for divorce, while her soon-to-be ex rages through the house kicking in walls and smashing furniture.

- An old man recovering from a stroke desperate to escape the care facility he’s in.

- An 18-year-old’s tales of new love, and dance clubs, strip clubs (because they’ve never been before), and midnight movies.

Tonight, I listen to a new album of Koto music; its stories of birds in flight, wind singing through leaves, clouds racing across sky, ripples across lake, dance of diagonal shadows, and water; dripping, raining, running, rushing, pooling.

And in the kitchen, C creates a poem of pie which fills the house with nutmeg and cinnamon; I read poems of a cinnamon peeler, loss, and love.

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It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story.
—Native American saying

Life will go on as long as there is someone to sing, to dance, to tell stories and to listen.
—Oren Lyons

[ "Autumn" – Mitsuki Dazai – Music for solo Koto – www.NorthPacificMusic.com ]

[ "The Cinnamon Peeler: Selected Poems – Michael Ondaatje ]

The meaning of Nope

A little internet research on Nope:

NOPE (Not On Planet Earth): A person or attitude that opposes all real estate or other new property developments that would harm the environment or real estate values (such as a garbage burning plant, a nuclear power plant, a giant feedlot, etc.)

“Nope it’s a Soap!” Just in time for April 1st: Soap that looks like dog caca, “but smells like cappuccino,” according to the website.

“In order to provide some content, in 10 seconds you will be redirected to static copies of the main Nope departments.” (A Nope department?)

“For updated crusher and NOPE information, please go to stopthecrusher.com,” which is a site about a proposed gravel quarry operation and those who oppose it.

“Tribe NOPE welcomes you” to their virtual world.

NOPE also stands for the National Organization of Peer Education, “leaders in peer education for HIV and AIDS.”

If you play with the letters in “nope” it can also become “open”, “peon,” and “pone.”

While researching online, Norton flashed a warning on my screen, saying my computer had contracted the “Fujacks!html” virus. So now, Norton is scanning and I’m using C’s set-up. Maybe Nope is a dangerous word…

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No problem can be solved from the same level of consciousness that created it.

--Albert Einstein

The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.

--Mark Twain

There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.

--Anon.

Water rhythm

Wind streaks rain across the windshield as she drives to an office supply store, the foothills blue and snowy, respite from spring melt. A boring pop song on the radio and she longs for when radio was alive, when she sat by her AM transistor late at night, skipping stations across the country, catching what she could through the crackle of weather.

That was before Colorado, before Oregon, before Wyoming, long before now. Before she began to comprehend the isolation of mountains and desert. Then, green touched green, the air hung close in around everyone, and music was born out of humidity, sweat, and water.

She hums a fragment of an old blues as she heads back into traffic. More rain; the gray, brown, tan, the colors of cars, raw earth of new construction—wet and blurred now. The hum becomes a song becomes her voice as she sings with the rhythm of the road, faster now on a freeway heading home.

Of blossoms, herbs, and spices

Even though the spring equinox has passed and we’ve had warm, spring weather, there are warnings for snow tonight and cold temperatures. Frosty winds return for a bit; the March lion roars again during this last week. Scent of frost in the air.

This afternoon during our walk, Spring smells and other odors hung in the air; sweet flowers, the musty smell of fruit tree blossoms, meatloaf baking, someone doing wash, whiff of wood smoke from a fireplace, fresh mown grass, frying onions and garlic, an unidentifiable casserole.

Our house smells faintly of lavender — and chocolate, since C made his famous brownies yesterday.

And in Rome, you can savor the aromas of four perfumes of ancient Greece, which were created by archeologists using recipes and techniques from that era. Named for four Greek goddesses, Hera, Aphrodite, Artemis, and Athena, the perfumes are displayed behind glass with a lid visitors can raise so they can catch a hint of each of these fragrances. One of the archeologists describes the perfumes as "smelling of herbs and spices, like almond, coriander, myrtle, conifer resin, bergamot — and not flowers."

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Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.
-- Jean de Boufflers

Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them.
-- Chinese proverb

About time

Friday, we had glasses of wine, read late into the night, glad it was the weekend

Saturday, we slept in late, spent time in conversation, took long walks in the sunshine

Sunday, we did not rest, but scurried in the wind and rain to complete tasks before the weekend was over

And now, it has just slipped over into early Monday, too late to be up for a work day,
but time has gotten away with us

And so, we begin another week…

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The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
~ C. S. Lewis

Time spent with cats is never wasted.
~ Colette

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
~ Emily Dickinson

Come out of the circle of time

And into the circle of love.
~ Rumi

On a weekend

What to do; where to go?

It depends upon what you’re looking for.

In Boise, the weather was warm today, blue skies; perfect for hiking, biking, walking, lounging in the grass in a back yard or a park.

In Baltimore, there’s a new exhibit of the paintings of Impressionist artist Camille Pissarro at the Baltimore Museum of Art, or you could hop a jet to London to see a show of Paul Cezanne’s work.

In Paris at the Pompidou Centre, artist Xavier Veilhan and AIR will present "Aerolite," described as "a ‘weightless’ show of music, objects and light." Except that it’s sold out. But never fear; you can watch it on video in April.

For those into digital art, head to Dallas for the debut of digital and audio/visual artworks shown on huge H-D screens at the Victory Media Network.

Lou Reed, Laurie Anderson, and Patti Smith will read poetry by Catalonia’s greatest modern poets at the Baryshnikov Arts Center in NYC.

In San Francisco, you could catch a concert by the Vienna Boys Choir — OR see "Beach Blanket Babylon".

As for me, since I have neither a large bank account, nor the luxury of a personal jet, I took a walk with C, and later stalked downtown Boise for some early evening photos.

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There aren't enough days in the weekend.
-- Rod Schmidt

The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.
-- Chuck Palahniuk

If I do not return to the pulpit this weekend, millions of people will go to hell. :-0
--Jimmy Swaggert

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.
--Mark Twain

The significance of a messy desk

Looks like there’s a new book out that says having a messy desk isn’t so bad after all ("A Perfect Mess: The Hidden Benefits of Disorder," by Eric Abrahamson and David Freedman).

That’s good to know, since I’ve never been the neat and orderly type. I’m organized, make to-do lists, have never missed a deadline. But things tend to accumulate in stacks on my desks (at home and work) and the stacks tend to grow. The authors say that messiness happens more often now because more of us are multi-tasking at our jobs and at home. I would agree with that.

Because of the nature of my job, I may be in the middle of writing a grant, then have to stop and answer a phone call from a person who needs help finding affordable dental care and housing, and then one of my co-workers pops in my door to say that her computer is giving her a strange error message. And then there’s the stack of general agency mail I need to process and record, and I receive an email from my boss asking me to change some information on our website, and a phone call from another organization wanting us to schedule a presentation. So I have stacks of tech stuff, grant stuff, resource information, meeting and presentation stuff, client charts to update, and the mail.

And at home: a stack of magazines I intend to read, books and notes about topics I’m researching, notebooks of my writing I need to type up, art and collage stuff, photo stuff, music stuff, stuff that needs to be shredded, catalogs sent to me that I never asked for, and all those annoying records and receipts we have to keep for several years in case a problem should arise with a utility company or a governmental agency.

The book’s authors argue that spending time trying to be neat and tidy lessens creativity, wastes time and money and actually causes more disorder. But the head of the National Association of Professional Organizers disputes that, of course, and says that messiness is generally just disorganization, which does waste time and money (and you should hire a professional organizer immediately!). But he doesn’t address those situations where you have really cleaned and purged—and later you found you accidentally got rid of some things you desperately need.

I think I’ll keep my system of stacks (which I do actually go through and clean every so often). Besides, there’s something so delightful about going through a stack and finding a treasure you’d almost forgotten you’d kept: "So THAT’S where that was!"

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If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?
--Laurence J Peter

Three Rules of Work:
Out of clutter find simplicity;
From discord find harmony;
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
--Albert Einstein

Inspiration and survival

Came across an AP article about an Italian musician, Francesco Lotoro, who, for the past 15 years, has been collecting music composed by prisoners in WW II death camps. The pieces, which were written on toilet paper, scraps of paper, in notebooks, will be displayed in a library which will open in September in Rome. Lotoro, who is a musician, is also producing a collection of CDs of this music, performed by local musicians. Compositions include operas, waltzes, tangos, jazz pieces, concertos, and more.

It is humbling, and awe-inspiring that there, in the darkest depths of Buchenwald, Theresienstadt, and other concentration camps, the drive to create, the ability to create, continued. A testament to the strength and resiliency of the human spirit, and the power of art.

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We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.
--Winston Churchill

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
--Michelangelo

Meditation on 2

+Two often refers to romance – couples, falling in love, going together, although during wedding ceremonies, it’s often said: "and the two shall become as one..."

+Two’s company; three’s a crowd—sometimes.

+People in competitions strive to come in as number one, not number 2. No one wants to be "second-best." But, in many situations, isn’t there more advantage in being second, instead of first?

+Two is the smallest prime number.

+Sometimes we go the "extra" or "second mile" to be the best we can be.

+But some people (politicians?) are two-faced when it comes to the tough issues.

+In the Western world, the mark we write to represent the number 2 traces its roots back to the Brahmin Indians, who wrote 2 as two horizontal lines.

+There is a Chinese saying: "Good things come in pairs."

+Animals boarded Noah's Ark two by two.

+The Ten Commandments were given to Moses on two tablets.

+Thomas Jefferson's portrait is featured on the U.S. two-dollar bill, although it’s rare to come across a two-dollar bill in everyday transactions.

+The human body works as a dyad; we have two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs…

+"…you’ll look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle made for two…"

+Always use a Number 2 pencil to take the test.

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There are basically two types of people. People who accomplish things, and people who claim to have accomplished things. The first group is less crowded.
--Mark Twain

Love is the harmony of two souls singing together.
--Gregory Godek

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.
--Albert Einstein

The urge to blossom

An early spring day and she notices buds everywhere, on trees, bushes, colored fists of flowers impatient to explode. Something aches inside her, the bud of her heart struggling to bloom. And as she walks, she watches the children swinging in the park, a small plane circling in the sky, people cruising by in their cars, stereos booming. The vibrations of spring, of change. Everyone desperate to get out of winter’s cocoon. Following the urge to bloom once again.

When she returns, she stands in front of her apartment, gazes at her car; wonders how far she could get on $5,500, luck, and a good resume…

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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
--Anais Nin

Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
-- Gaston Bachelard

A time for planting

Crocuses blooming, green blades of tulips thrusting from the ground, the bobbing face of a jonquil, pots of pansies glowing in the sun. Arrivals of spring only a few days before the vernal equinox itself.

Spring, that time in which we breathe deeply again after a cold dark winter. When hope seems to bloom amid the flowers. Afternoons at work become long and too warm as we gaze out the window whenever we have the chance. Fresh air, fresh air! If only the windows in the energy-saving, hermetically sealed buildings could be opened.

It’s a Friday night, looking toward a sunny weekend. That restless feeling inside, something wanting to ride along with the many births of spring into the New. Wanting to move into a different flow before the dense heat of summer. A seed of story trying to sprout past the weariness of homogeneity.

Gardening is a passion for many people. The smell of freshly dug soil, how it feels between our fingers, depositing a series of seeds, potting tender plants. Then the god-like fascination we feel as we watch our younglings grow. See, we can do something; we can create something beautiful, something that tastes good, food for our winter cupboards.

Planting gives us a power we need after dealing with daily doses of disempowerment at the hands of those who don’t understand. Planting--whether it be seeds, shoots, trees; whether it be sketches, plot outlines, a new melody riff--planting is what we must do during this spring and any springtime. Our lives depend on it.

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Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof.
--Julie Moir Messervy

Gardening is civil and social, but it wants the vigor and freedom of the forest and the outlaw.
--Henry David Thoreau

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.
--May Sarton

The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.
--Thomas Moore

Passion

Thinking about passion tonight; how it’s necessary for life. How it can blind us, bring us pain, or ecstatic joy. And the different meanings of "passion:"

~Intense or overpowering emotion such as love, joy, hatred, or anger.
~Feelings of strong sexual desire.
~Any object of warm affection or devotion.
~Strong, enthusiastic devotion to a cause, ideal, or goal and tireless diligence in its furtherance; boundless enthusiasm.
~Fervor, fire, zeal, ardor.

A religious definition: The suffering of Jesus Christ, especially the agony in Gethsemane and on the cross.

And an aesthetic correlation: "Passion" is a musical, first staged on Broadway in 1994, adapted from Ettore Scola's film "Passione d'Amore" (which was, in its turn, based on Igino Tarchetti's novel, "Fosca").

That leaves us with our personal definitions, our longings, our hopes-to-be, and, for some of us, more questions…

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Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.
--Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.
--Carl Buechner

He only employs his passion who can make no use of his reason.
--Macus Cicero

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
--D.H. Lawrence

Another spin on an old story...

Spring is in the air; time to enjoy the sun, have a little banana treat.

Reminds me of the fable about the hare and the tortoise; "slow and steady wins the race." Maybe part of "slow and steady" is focusing on a goal, being persistent, as the tortoise aptly demonstrates.

But, let’s take a look at the hare. In the fable, he seemed to have ADD, and was rather arrogant. Perhaps the hare was bored, needed a more challenging goal.

And maybe it was an unfair race because each was really after a different kind of goal.

So, what happened after the race? Tortoise buys a modest house and some other vacant parcels of land for a good price. Marries a good wife, has a fine family, and carefully develops the land. He constructs sturdy, efficient buildings that enrich the economy of the town. In time, he becomes a rich real estate mogul and a city leader.

Hare moves to Paris, rents a studio apartment and becomes an artist. He paints from bridges, writes in coffee shops, and hops through Europe, Asia, and the rest of the world. He gets by on just carrots at times, but always seems to make ends meet. He has several love affairs and a divorce, but finally finds a partner of similar mind. Eventually, his paintings are noticed because of their freshness and depth, their spontaneity. His work is exhibited and purchased by many. He and his love end up dividing their time between a cottage in the south of France and a tiny apartment in New York City.

So, in the end, who won the race?

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A turtle travels only when it sticks its neck out.
~Korean proverb

It is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read.

~Anita Brookner

There are many paths to enlightenment. Be sure to take one with a heart.
~Lao Tzu

Goathead roundup

Local news:
Someone in the Boise metro area has won $1 million on a Powerball ticket; the Lottery Commission is still sorting out who the rightful owner is.

The State Legislature is close to passing a bill making English the "official" language of Idaho. Governor Butch says he’ll support it.

Presidential hopeful Mitt Romney is in Boise tonight for a $1000-a-plate fundraiser dinner. "The people in this country want a person of faith to run this country," Romney said.
I thought that was George W’s line…

It seems that the local Tour Train, which takes tourists through downtown Boise and through neighborhoods with historic homes, has been running illegally for almost 30 years, according to the Idaho Transportation Department. The train has been "mistakenly licensed" by ITD all this time. So, the new Tour Train owner has taken his case to the State Legislature in hopes of reprieve.

Idaho is ranked at the bottom nationally in day care standards. But the Legislature rejected a bill to encourage stronger educational standards. They also rejected a bill requiring more stringent day care regulations. "What can we do to keep mom at home?" said Iona Republican Rep. Tom Loertscher as part of this debate. Yet, our august legislators slashed state Medicaid funding for low income single parents with children, and have required "welfare mothers" to get a job to keep their benefits.

This same learned body also decided that local communities don’t have the right to vote on local option taxes to fund, for example, mass transit.

The jackpot for Wednesday’s lottery drawing is $165 million. Think I’ll go buy a few tickets.

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The imbecility of men is always inviting the impudence of power.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal.
~Emma Goldman

Politicians are like diapers. They both need changing regularly and for the same reason.
~Author Unknown

A crocus blooms...

Crocus: The word comes from the Greek krokos, which is from the same source as the Arabic kurkum, which is translated as "saffron".

And an item in today’s news: A newly discovered poem by William Carlos Williams has been donated to Southeast Missouri State University. The poem, "About a Little Girl," was written by Williams in 1921 for a little girl he had diagnosed with leukemia. However, the girl lived, and eventually framed the poem and hung it in her Missouri home. Her sons donated the poem to SMSU after her death at age 91.

Another crocus blooms in spring…

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The temple bell stops
but I still hear the sound
coming out of the flowers.
~Basho

If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
~Audra Foveo

Ah, Monday...

My exact sentiments about Monday.

Especially after a great vacation. Just not ready for it to come to an end just yet. Maybe I can find a nice place to stretch out and nap during the afternoon, keep those dreams coming…

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Sometimes it pays to stay in bed in Monday, rather than spending the rest of the week debugging Monday's code.
--Dan Salomon

Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven't a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.
--Edna Ferber

Sky dance

A warm, spring-like day today and we took long walks, listened to tango, as clouds circled around and over us.

A restless day today. C and I still adjusting to being back from our wonderfully rich trip. And went to have our taxes done :-0

A day of researching opportunities, possibilities, hope. And tonight we spring forward into daylight saving time, so it’s actually an hour later and into the last tango for this bright night…

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You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
--Jiddu Krishnamurti

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.
--Lyman Frank Baum

Learning of the world

Another view of Yale:

The arches lead to a commons area; the walkway to a gateway that leads to the learning of the world…

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It's what you learn after you know it all that counts.
~Attributed to Harry S. Truman

Education consists mainly of what we have unlearned.
~Mark Twain

When the student is ready, the master appears.
~Buddhist Proverb

Man's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere.
~Chinese Proverb

You have learned something. That always feels at first as if you had lost something.
~H.G. Wells

We learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.
~Lloyd Alexander

Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
~CS Lewis

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
~Albert Einstein

Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can - there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.
~Sarah Caldwell

Soaring

Spent several days in New Haven; an ecstatic, nourishing trip for intellect, heart, and soul.
C was a brilliant star as he carried all of us through words and music into the spiritual world of John Coltrane. Along with good conversations with new friends, we soaked ourselves in African and Asian art; in Hopper, Turner, Pollack. And in the British Museum of Art, we sat in a quiet room of rare manuscripts and viewed original pages of William Blake’s Jerusalem.

When we arrived at New York the first day and flew over the harbor at sunset, sun rays burst through the clouds, highlighting swaths of the city, Lady Liberty, the Manhattan skyline. Frederic Church clouds of pinks, mauves, soft blues, lavenders. And as we traveled north to New Haven, an unusual orange globe of a moon rose into the night. Nature’s improvisations welcoming us, granting us good omen for this journey.

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I’ve found you’ve got to look back at the old things and see them in a new light.
– John Coltrane

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
-- William Blake

All a musician can do is to get closer to the sources of nature, and so feel that he is in communion with the natural laws.
-- John Coltrane

I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
-- William Blake

Looking for the green...

We're off to where "the grass grows greener" for a few days... :-)

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The opportunity to experience yourself differently is always available.
--Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche

Celestial beings

A total lunar eclipse will take place today (Saturday) in the early evening (in the US). In some parts of the world, the moon will be in eclipse when it rises. Maybe the weather will clear enough so that we can see it.

http://sunearth.gsfc.nasa.gov/eclipse/lunar.html

But most exciting are the new photos of Saturn and its rings received from the Cassini spacecraft. Taken at acute angles from above and below the planet, the images are stunning, magnificent, and fill me with quiet awe…

Photos from Cassini: http://tinyurl.com/2uj6m

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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science.
– Albert Einstein

When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator.
– Mahatma Gandhi

What is the point...

The Point is a nonprofit organization dedicated to youth development.

The Point Knitting Cafe, eat knit and be happy.

The Point Resort, member Relais & Chateaux on Upper Saranac Lake in New York's Adirondacks.

"The Point!" is a fable by American songwriter and musician Harry Nilsson about a boy named Oblio, the only round-headed person in the Land of Point, where by law everyone and everything had to have a point.

Tune in for "The Best of The Point", Fridays at 7 pm.

Online portal for The Point (KPNT 105.7 FM), St. Louis.

The Point Foundation offers an academic scholarship program for gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender college students.

FunBrain.com's "What's the Point?" game teaches kids how to read graphs.

The Tipping Point is an examination of the social epidemics that surround us.

Welcome to The Point Fencing Club!

The Point church is a relevant God-centered church serving the heart of New Jersey.

Skydive The Point, West Point, Virginia.

Discover family friendly vacations at Pointe South Mountain.

The POINT is a large gathering of college students and young singles that meets every Sunday night in Athens, GA.

Point of Rocks, Wyoming, population: three

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An attempt at visualizing the Fourth Dimension: Take a point, stretch it into a line, curl it into a circle, twist it into a sphere, and punch through the sphere.
--Albert Einstein

The whole point of being alive is to evolve into the complete person you were intended to be.
– Oprah Winfrey

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke

Music of the heavens

Nothing exists without music, for the universe itself is said to have been framed by a kind of harmony of sounds, and the heaven itself revolves under the tones of that harmony.
--unknown