Harmony is when everything moves at out-of-this-world speeds, yet everything is so well coordinated, and relativity so perfect, that individual entities on these spiraling bodies are convinced they are standing still or moving at a slow or comfortable speed. Such is us on the planet, our planet on the universe, and the little microscopic or nearly-microscopic creatures on us. The universe equals harmony. Even the otherwise terrifying sounds of thunder and ocean storms are tuned to sound musical; even the hotter-than-a-furnace rays of the sun are tempered to feel cozy on the skin; even the rain falls to the rhythm of life. Even the mighty snow turns our world into one huge Christmas card.
The universe equals harmony. So peaceful, so quiet, while all along we know it’s moving at manic speeds, pulsating and making horrific sounds that, thankfully, are millions of light years away, or deeply buried in the crusts of the planets so we never have to hear them. We’re oblivious of the fire roaring and blazing in the belly of our planet, and steamy rocks all around us beyond our atmosphere, waiting for a chance to cast one of their deadly fireworks our way. Oblivious of the huge abyss surrounding us that is the sea. Oblivious of the water below water above, fire below fire above.
Such is the power of harmony, the power of unity.
We all know what happens when, every so often, the unity is disturbed; but for the most part, we sing one song on the universe.
The stars sing to the moon, the moon waves to the sun, and the earth bows to all of them, while all salute the Master who makes them all sing as one. It’s indeed a beautiful world…
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