Kindle Notes & Highlights
There is a song that drifts on the breeze through all the world. Its rhythms are echoed in our breath, the music is caught in our laughter, hidden in our language, woven through our life. Singers reach for the melody, but it is too delicate to hold and too elusive to remember. As the Ages pass, so the Lifesong retreats under the sounds of our time, its potent beauty and danger ever more a mystery.
To assert Order required continuous effort; spreading Chaos took no effort at all.
“The strength of a song can be marked by the silence that surrounds it.”—Zarost
