Plato says that a change in the stylings of music is the first catalyst in bigger changes to a society. That is a lot of pressure for a girl. A girl who, for the most part, does not even live in this world. Be it my ever-present, always churning, almost dangerous imagination or in the Christian sense, ‘I have given them Your word and the world has hated them; for they are not of the world, just as I am not of the world.’
Whatever the case, my natural instincts are a threat to this lost place. But, I mean no one harm, only warmth in the form of Love. And the Book says, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.’
So, why the games? I know persecutions must come, but I can’t see why anyone aside from the devil himself would not want to change this place for the better. I suppose I am confused. How can one be in forced servitude to darkness and still want and need Love? And yet hate Love? Are you all fallen? Have most of the people I encounter gone through that wide gate of destruction? Is there a way back to the Light?
‘In everything, then, do to others as you would have them do to you. For this is the essence of the Law and the prophets. Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the way that leads to life, and only a few find it.…’
It is lonely and confusing to be of that few. And it feels discouraging to have others know more about you than you know about yourself. I can only assume that it is because I am not spiritually ready for solid food, ‘Everyone who lives on milk is still an infant, inexperienced in the message of righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.’
So, I patiently endure, as is called for. ‘Since you have kept my command to endure patiently, I will also keep you from the hour of trial that is going to come on the whole world to test the inhabitants of the earth.’
Test me, Father, I don’t mind. Only let me sing a new kind of song for you before we destroy ourselves. And let it ring out and shake the foundations of society. As Plato says it would…
Just kidding guys, I’m just a girl. What can I do?
From Plato’s Republic:
This is the point to which, above all, the attention of our rulers should be directed,–that music be preserved in their original form, and no innovation made. They must do their utmost to maintain them intact. And when any one says that mankind most regard ’The newest song which the singers have,’they will be afraid that he may be praising, not new songs, but a new kind of song; and this ought not to be praised, or conceived to be the meaning of the poet; for any musical innovation is full of danger to the whole State, and ought to be prohibited. So Damon tells me, and I can quite believe him;–he says that when modes of music change, the fundamental laws of the State always change with them.
There is no harm; were it not that little by little this spirit of licence, finding a home, imperceptibly penetrates into manners and customs; whence, issuing with greater force, it invades contracts between man and man, and from contracts goes on to laws and constitutions, in utter recklessness, ending at last, Socrates, by an overthrow of all rights, private as well as public.
Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul, on which they mightily fasten, imparting grace, and making the soul of him who is rightly educated graceful, or of him who is ill-educated ungraceful; and also because he who has received this true education of the inner being will most shrewdly perceive omissions or faults in art and nature, and with a true taste, while he praises and rejoices over and receives into his soul the good, and becomes noble and good, he will justly blame and hate the bad, even before he is able to know the reason why.
“Are they to be prohibited from exhibiting the opposite forms of vice and intemperance and meanness and indecency in creative arts; and is he who cannot conform to this rule of ours to be prevented from practicing his art in our State, lest the taste of our citizens be corrupted by him? To have our guardians grow up amid images of moral deformity, as in some noxious pasture, and there browse and feed upon many a baneful herb and flower day by day, little by little, until they silently gather a festering mass of corruption in their own soul.
Let our artists rather be those who are gifted to discern the true nature of the beautiful and graceful; then will our youth dwell in a land of health, amid fair sights and sounds, and receive the good in everything; and beauty, the effluence of fair works, shall flow into the eye and ear, like a health-giving breeze from a purer region. “