The heavens sing a lovely tune; its sound--inexorably entwined with divine bliss. You could travel to this land and find that the air is MADE of music.
Listen now to Gabriel’s royal trumpet or a satyr’s intoxicating pipe; watch as cathedrals and continents crystalize from their chords. You see, divinity has an affinity with the harmonious sound. The causation of physical creation is the same as the causation of harmonial creation. We sing to the air because melody is the greatest offering that God accepts.
When two worlds collide, they don’t explode: but dance. Shivers crawl down our spine and thus Christian men proclaim that spirits have manifested from thin air. The brutish banging of deadwood on dead skins produce a beat that churns the immortal gods within, but: When nothing stirs, we look away.
Haven’t you heard a beautiful song and thought, “this song is quite ugly right now?” That is a manifestation of one world living for itself. Ugliness is not creation, but also not destruction; it exists and refuses to die. The twisted hide in the dark and refuse their fate. Music acts this way too; why should it not? It is as dead as the instrument that plays it.
Listen----hear how even the end of times congregate harmony:
Revelations 8-7: The Seven Angels with the trumpets got ready to blow them. At the first trumpet blast, hail and fire mixed with blood were dumped on earth. A third of the earth was scorched, a third of the trees, and every blade of green grass—burned to a crisp.
I wanted to further explain what I wrote after noticing that I have written rather obscurely. Again I am trying to explain images in my head; and so this will naturally be tedious.
There are so many questions including: Is music a symbol of a complex incomprehensible reality? Is it an object just as a chair is an object? Is it a reference to something that exists in reality: like a description or predicate? These kinds are the kinds of questions I am trying to explore.
My explanation is that music is a kin to all three. A melody brings up emotion in us; but only if we are receptible. Listening to sad music when we are sad is so much more satisfying than when we are not. The music is always there in its complete form while our emotions come in and out. Therefore the music's emotional reality exists statically, yet it only touches our soul when we align ourselves to it. In this way music serves as an emotional object.
Music is also a symbol of incomprehensible reality. What I mean by this is that the complexities of music are expressed only by listening to the composition in relations. The instruments coinciding with each other; the individual instrument's sound in tandem with a note; the notes' intervals and how they elicit emotions (We don't even understand emotion beyond its materialist explanations). This complexity gives different perspectives in even just one song. We have no clue how many perspectives the simple happy birthday song may induce; and I am only talking of the song itself----not even the specific human perspective peculiar to the subject listening. In this way music is a symbol. [This paragraph is vague, but there is an idea that I have TRIED to convey]
Lastly music refers in a basic way. It describes experiences we have had: it produces imagery. Trumpets elicits angelic forms; a metal guitar elicits that of a long haired hard rocker (at least it does to me). We listen to a song that we have not heard in years and suddenly we are transported to times in our lives that we may have very well forgotten.
The divinity of music is a fundamental truth; It is in mythology and in psychology tied with the divine. There is a common theme of people who participate in active imagination (deep deep day dreaming that resembles psychedelic trips and trances of sorts) or any altered states of mind wherein music accompanies the Chthonic depths or celestial heavens. It feels as if the music can be more real than the visuals that accompany the experience.