The Messenger in guise of a Lion roard: Why does man retract his song from the impoverishd air? He brings his young to the opening of the field. Does he so fear beautiful compulsion?
I in the guise of a Lion roard out great vowels and heard their amazing patterns.
A lion without disguise said: He that sang to charm the beasts was false of tongue. There is a melody within this surfeit of speech that is most man. What of the Structure of Rime? I asked.
An absolute scale of resemblance and disresemblance establishes measures that are music in the actual world.
The Lion in the Zodiac replied:
The actual stars moving are music in the real world. This is the meaning of the music of the spheres.