The solitary globe of night
pours out its calm and clear light
in the midst of the silence and
contemplation of nature.
~ by Camille Flammarion
I experienced in myself a curious phenomenon: I was listening with the heart. And if I just listened, through the heart, just listened, and no thinking was involved in it, then the heart sang with the violins, it was the trumpet call, it was the woodwinds, and I was the music.