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Just beyond the range of human hearing (except for the hearing of the heart), the song of beauty sings.  It rises from like breath from every curve and contour, every turn of color, every gentle bending of light.

It wafts up from the shining morning dew, from wavelets on the sea, from the unfolding of a flower’s petals, the flash of birds’ wings in flight.  It soars up from sunrises and sunsets, from moonlit sweeps of sand.

It takes its rhythm from the leaping of gazelles, the blinking of fireflies and eyelids, the rise and fall of breath from all that breathes, the surging of emotions through the human frame.

Whole choirs of angels work to record each moment’s song, preserving them all in albums that you can play, if you so choose, when you reach the seventeenth dimension.  And if you do, you’ll find each one evokes the image of the moment that produced it, filled with its particular fragrance and color and motion and with all the feelings of all the creatures on earth.  I’m told it makes former earth-beings weep, so beautiful is its sound.  “I never realized,” they say.  “I never knew.”