Who wants to listen quietly? The bass thumps, windows jump–– that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Who would dare Try impair music pumping through my player? Grab my blade, Push the fade, Remember, I listen to Slayer.
Striking with bare hands or blunt objects, The lung-gales laying low both reeds and trees–– The synchrony of limbs for one subject Battle voices lifted in harmony. Plans and maps of movements lay out the scene, When and how and where and whom are able. Percussion, rhythm made by moving feet. Orchestration of all: incomparable. Melody and movement are inseparable.
The satisfying, terrifying metallic cadence
of racking a shotgun;
The slide of a pistol clicking into place
as a fresh round chambers;
The rasp of a sword leaping from its scabbard
to glint and guard and gash;
The push-button remoteness of planes and tanks
sending ordnance at unseenly distant foes;
The incendiary horrors of missiles and bombs
exploding in shrapnel and shock;
The corporeal shove of cannon rending
ground and sky with manmade thunder and lightning;
All these cower
Outmannd and outgunned
Before superior armament
Disguised in weakness:
Then Ilúvatar spoke, and he said: ‘Mighty are the Ainur, and mightiest among them is Melkor; but that he may know, and all the Ainur, that I am Ilúvatar, those things that ye have sung, I will show them forth, that ye may see what ye have done. And thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.’
— Tolkien, The Silmarillion, 6.
“You planned evil against me; God planned it for good to bring about the present result—the survival of many people” (Genesis 50:20 CSB).
We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God, who are called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28 CSB).