The country of Kemet lays cloaked in mauve midnight. In the southeast portion of the nation unfolds our story.
Mountain winds sweep down the rugged slopes. They wrap themselves around two campers at the foot, but the warm fire rises as a safeguard around them.
The winds creep back to their fortresses in the horizons of direction. Rao and Tau, his son, converse as the midnight heavens hang in regal splendor above the towering peaks of the desolate range of protrudes into the velvet sphere of silent night.
“My father,” Tau begins, “What is harmony?”
“To reply directly would result in a discourse of labyrinthine reasoning.”
“Truly there must be a simple answer.”
“Simplicity is an art especially in discourse; to answer a query may require a query.”
“What do you mean, Father?”
“What is equilibrium?”
“It’s a balance of two or more structures.”
“Would these structures be in proportion to each other?”
“They would have to be in order to be in the state of equilibrium.”
“There exists then a close symmetry between them?”
“That is a logical deduction to assume.”
“If that be the case, then a hypothesis can be formed.”
“What is your hypothesis?”
“Harmony is a perfect equilibrium.”
Tau ponders on it for a few moments. He looks at his father with an expression of doubt.
“I read in your countenance that my reply is not sufficient.”
“That is good; one must never assume what another states is truth unless it can be proven.”
“That is wise counsel.”
“Words are an amalgamation of expression as fragile as glass, and not a solid foundation.”
“Glass shatters with pressure; a true foundation stands under pressure.”
“Proceed with the discourse with practical application to the visible sphere.”
“The visible sphere reveals the secrets of the invisible.”
Rao is about to embark upon an odyssey of adventure. Tau is his companion as they search in the visible world for the invisible structure of harmony.
“Our quest will take in much, and only at the end of our journey will we see what is not seen.”
“I am ready to start.”
“Let’s begin.” Rao gazes above him into the empyreal canopy of creation.
“There exists in the natural universe a body of principles called laws. Everything is under the government of these.
“If they are obeyed with fidelity, perfect order is the mode, but if they are disobeyed or ignored, disorder results. This is a natural consequence.
“When this happens, then the good which they are meant to impart fails, and evil illuminates. Only in obedience to these laws is there total freedom.”
“That seems to be a paradox.”
“True, but its validity will be shown. The heavenly bodies are guided in their travelling by these laws or ordinances of creation.
“All move as all are guided. There is no discordant motion.”
“It is logical to conclude that perfect obedience is perfect harmony in this case—universal harmony.”
“The universe is in harmony, yet man appears not to be; why is this?”
“That’s another branch of the tree known as harmony.”
“It truly has diverse branches of immensity.”
“Let’s explore your question with an allegory.”
To be continued on Monday…
G. D. Williams © 2012