The human heart has been so made by Love that, like a flint, it contains a hidden fire which is evolved by music and harmony, and renders us beside ourselves with ecstasy. These harmonics are echoes of that higher world of reality which we call the world of spirits...they fan into a flame whatever love is already dormant in the heart.
There is healing in the universe. There is a fabric that holds things together. When it is ready . . . in its own good time, shall it not bind together . . . all of us?
