Saturday, March 14, 2009
The Music of the Spheres
“There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins;Such harmony is in immortal souls;But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.”- William Shakespeare, from The Merchant of Venice
A BBC program that chronicles the history of an idea.
From the hymn This is my Father's World:
This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
Hat tip to Arturo Vasquez