I used to love music. Then I used to be lackadaisical about music. Then I read about numbers and music and battles. I read about a brotherhood that began in a world where no major decisions were made without consulting an oracle or offering a sacrifice upon the altar of a god. It was a time when there was no science and no scientific laws – only tendencies. There was no law of gravity. Stones tended toward the earth and smoke tended toward the blue skies above. If musical tones could be expressed in numbers, why not everything else? Some in the ancient world regarded the number four as the essence of justice. Just as today we might regard five as the essence of credit default swaps, and eight as the essence of the perfect golf swing. And so on.
Paul the Deacon said, “Not very far from this shore… toward the western side, on which the ocean lies open without end, is that very deep whirlpool of waters which we call by its familiar name the navel of the sea. This is said to suck in the waves and spew them forth again twice every day… They say there is another whirlpool of this kind between the island of Britain and the province of Galicia, and with this fact the coasts of the Seine region and of Aquitaine agree, for they are filled twice a day with such sudden inundations that any one who may by chance be found only a little inward from the shore can hardly get away. I have heard a certain high nobleman of the Gauls relating that a number of ships, shattered at first by a tempest, were afterwards devoured by this same Charybdis. And when one only out of all the men who had been in these ships, still breathing, swam over the waves, while the rest were dying, he came, swept by the force of the receding waters, up to the edge of that most frightful abyss. And when now he beheld yawning before him the deep chaos whose end he could not see, and half dead from very fear, expected to be hurled into it, suddenly in a way that he could not have hoped he was cast upon a certain rock and sat him down.” Paul the Deacon, History of the Lombards.
Now music is music to my ears all over again. Everything is very quiet here. Everything is very still. Except for the music, and films with two-fold titles like: Fontane Effi Briest or Many People Who Are Aware of Their Own Capabilities and Needs Just Acquiesce to the Prevailing System in Their Thoughts and Deeds, Thereby Confirm and Reinforce It.