Music of the Spheres
I had coffee with Lila the other day. She brought out her laptop and plugged it in to an outlet on her front porch.
“You have to hear this,” she said to me. “That’s the music of the Higgs-Boson particle, the tiniest particle known to man, not even visible. You can’t see it, but you can measure it. Don’t that beat all?”
I admitted that it did.
“Let’s listen again. It’s the music of the spheres. A little faster than I’d like, but then I suppose the tiniest things move the quickest. Vultures laze in high currents, but hummingbirds whizz around the flowers.
“This article claims that if you put something new, something hard to understand, to music, then the people will understand it. Now that’s an admirable idea.
“Remember Lorenzo in The Merchant of Venice?
“The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.”
“Just think what could happen if we put anything folks just didn’t understand to music! For example, that Defense of Marriage Act. What silliness that is. Why should I stick my nose into any two people’s love? Well, of course people do, we sit around and gossip about who dated whom, who’s heading to divorce, who had to be hauled off to the courts, and on and on. Talk about stratagems and spoils. Often, that’s all gossip is. And now, this amendment just feeds on people’s love for strategems and spoils. But if we could put queer love to music. Now that might just move folks to concord!”