“The world is charged,” says Gerard Manley Hopkins, “with the grandeur of god. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil.”
And we are charged to be witnesses. We are the organ upon which the music of the spheres is played. We must only admit the breath that every day is being emitted from the world, and it will sound through us in delicate and glorious music. High and piercing, low and tremorous. Electrified, the body sings. Some call it destiny, others inspiration, to be compelled by a force that does not seem to originate from within us. It is simply what happens when we tune our antennae. We are a speaker which resonates with the frequencies that whirl around us, a multitude of trees falling in a multitude of forests.