To go with that video...

"The most powerful and magical language is music. The reason for this is that music is the original language. Music is the language of creation. In The Silmarillion (as in Lewis's creation story in The Magician's Nephew), God and His angels sing the world into being: 'In the beginning, Eru, the One, who in the Elvish tongue is named Iluvatar, made the Ainur of his thought; and they made a great Music before him. In this Music the World was begun.'

It is not that the music was in the world but that the world was in the music. This is 'the music of the spheres', in which everything is, the 'Song of Songs' that includes all songs. All matter, space, time, and history are in this primal language.

Plato knew the power of music. In the Republic it is the first step in education in the good society and the first step in corruption in the bad one. Nothing is more powerful to the good society, to education, to human happiness in this world.

Music is not ornamented poetry, and poetry is not ornamented prose. Poetry is fallen music, and prose is fallen poetry. Prose is not the original language; it is poetry made practical. Even poetry is not the original language; it is music made speakable, it is the words of music separated from their music. In the beginning was music."
~Peter Kreeft, The Philosophy of Tolkien


I'm not especially musical, but one doesn't have to be in order to appreciate this! The book was really good too.  =)

~H

Pure Awesomeness.

I can't tell you how much I love this music!

Turn up your sound.

= )

Lovely Words

This poem is almost musical, wouldn't you agree?  Someday I'm going to find the place it describes.  ;)  Read slowly...

The splendor falls on castle walls

And snowy summits old in story;

The long light shakes across the lakes,

And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, 

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying. dying, dying.

O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going!

O, sweet and far from cliff and scar

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!

Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying,

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,

They faint on hill or field or river;

Our echoes roll from soul to soul,

And grow for ever and for ever.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

xo

Hannah

"Fairy tales are more than true"

I believe it!  = )  They are true if you can see beyond right now to the end of all things, when the dragon is beaten by a Prince on a White Horse!

I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. (Revelations 19: 11-12)

It's completely ridiculous and unbelievable....but that's our own fault.  Many things in this world make it hard to see the Truth, either because they absorb all our attention, or because they're so awful you don't notice the beautiful things. At this point we're still in the midst of the battle. 

But....

“...I know that good is coming to me - that good is always coming; though few have at all times the simplicity and the courage to believe it. What we call evil, is the only and best shape, which, for the person and his condition, could be assumed by the best good.”
     ~George MacDonald, Phantastes

We just need eyes to see.

xoxo

Hannah

P.S.  ;)  A word from the wise -

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
~ Albert Einstein