He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
25 May 2010
Music in a Word, or vise versa
We have danced around the topic of music at many points in the past but never really explored it in full. While I do not have the time to do so now, here is an interesting article about the ability of music to convey truth when words cannot and its role in ecumenical discussions.
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