I live my life squeezed between The Weakest Link, <br />Father Ted, spiced by the Thin Blue Line and Top <br />Gear every Wednesday Night, and yawning till <br />my eyes water in my office every day, what a terrible <br />way to spend my days on this earth, the only thing <br />that keeps me from going insane is Soul Music by <br />Terry Pratchett, where the background microwave heat <br />left by the original Big Bang right at the beginning <br />of time is replaced by Music - more specifically <br />by an original musical chord, and the Meditating <br />Monks on the Ramtop Mountains are listening to <br />the remains of that original chord that created <br />the Disc World of today; some claim they heard <br />the first sound: One, two; others claim they heard <br />the sound even before that – a sound so big <br />it cannot be contained in our universe – <br />then Music became personified and invaded <br />the World in the guise of a magical guitar in <br />Buddy’s hands, and in order to keep <br />Music With Rocks In strong, Buddy had to <br />die, but Death and his granddaughter Susan <br />came to the rescue, when Music was stopped <br />the universe came to a halt, only Buddy <br />could play a chord to set it going again… <br />This is brilliant material, I’ve lost contact <br />with reality, entranced by the beauty of this <br />allegory of the creation of the universe – <br />with Music a central theme, it gives birth to <br />so many beautiful thoughts…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meditating-monks-on-the-ramtop-mountains/
