Come, follow me into the realm of music.
Here is the gate
Which separates the earthly from the eternal.
It is not like stepping into a strange country
As once we did. We soon learn everything to know there
And nothing surprises us anymore. Here
Our wonderment will have no end, and yet
From the beginning we feel at home.
At first you hear nothing, because everything sounds.
But now as you being to distinguish between them. Listen.
Each star has its rhythm and each world its beat.
The heart of each separate living thing
Beats differently, according to its needs,
And all beats in harmony.
-Your inner ear grows sharper. Do you hear
the deep notes and the high notes?
They are immeasurable in space and infinite as to number.
Like ribbons, undreamt-of scales lead from one world to
Steadfastly and eternally moved.
Hugh Mac Diarmid, In Memoriam James Joyce