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XII · ἀοιδή · art, poetry, music, the dance · enter the experience ↓

The Song

The world was made, and known — and then it was sung.

Every people gave song a birthplace: the hymn, the epic,

the lament, the dance around the fire.

Art is the principle that refuses to let existence be only survival —

beauty is what a mortal makes when it knows it will die.

And when the song was heard, the world discovered longing.