God Said Softly, "Music"
It must have been early in the morning, of the fourth day that God in the pre-dawn deep blue-blackness whispered to himself, “Music,” though it wasn’t the English word,"music," English not yet existing nor, for that matter, any other earth language. So God said softly in God language, “Music” as he imagined all those birds at dawn—though why it had to be birds that sang and not, say, rodents or cats or large non-human mammals, I don’t know. (Blue whales,of course, sing and have actually made a best selling album; still it’s birds that are the earth’s primary singers—they do it for a living so to speak.) He must have heard in his mind’s ear all those birds waking up, breaking the silence with their first hesitant chirps and cheeps, trills and gurgles, then gradually gaining confidence and soaring into songs of dawn. But what a good idea, music—maybe his best creation though it’s hard to pick one best thing, Eve being a pretty terrific idea and all the tasty foods and, of c...