Across the world’s seven continents and among its eight billion inhabitants, every creation story bears the same themes of void, force, and formation. The ancestries differ, the myths diverge, but the trilogy is forged on the same anvil of chaos-creation-calm. At the dusk of creation, even before the creative heat simmered, cackling, chirping, meowing, and rustling combined with the sploshing of water to sing the first music into man’s ears.
Except for their unequal distances from man, the sun and music radiate unseeable influence, like the breeze, unsighted but unmistakable; the big fireball burning 150 million kilometres up in the sky, music transporting the mind beyond bliss, and the coolant breeze tranquilising body, soul and nature.
You and I have heard a million definitions of music. In faraway England, on Twelfth Night, a profound writer did shake the world with a spear and proclaimed music the “food of love”. Across
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