“Force, and its visible symbol, vibration!
“Sound—it is vibration—all know it.
“Heat, light, color, Electricity—they are vibrations:—many recognize it.
“Life, thought, soul—these, too, are vibrations, yet more subtle:—I have proved it.
“And from vibrations—harmony.
“Music—the fitting together or chording of sounds—the union of vibrations—it is the form all know, it has soothed and charmed so many.”
He paused and looked toward Edith Gale.
“Beauty,” he continued, “that which you so well offer to men as spirit sustenance, what is it but the combining of life and color vibrations into chords which bring joy to those whose souls awake to answer?
“Harmony—it is Nature’s law. Only the hand of man may work discord. Left undisturbed for even a brief period, the wood and the stream, the meadow and the hill, fall into rhyme and melody, while from the sun and moon falls a quivering glory of light, and voices of the air come whispering or shouting past to blend more perfectly the elemental chord.”
His eyes wandered about to the others in the room.