If music truly resounds in the very movement of the spheres, as dear Pythagorus mused, should it not also stir within the core of every life form of the universe? Restlessly it waits, starving yet resolved, for the mind which can transcend the gutteral tones of bark and bite, to listen and communicate a lost cellestial sound. The Prophet has turned Poet who forever sings his song. From David to Duritz, his essence has lived long. By the bravest of notes, the heart can be stirred, beyond all the stiches on eyes scarlet burned. So open your souls...and here the word.