ABSTRACT
With Amphion’s song the city walls began to rise. With Orpheus’ lyre the Symplegades stopped and stared, letting the Argo sail by. Each inflection of our voice, which is the very accent of existence, is a support for higher realities. Within our few seconds of existence, between the abysses of nothingness, we can speak a song which rings beyond existence, with the power of magic speech, and which can make even the Gods, in their interworlds, feel a nostalgia for existence, and the desire to come down here to be by our sides, as our companions and our guides.
