“Somewhere behind the church they began to sing a glorious, mournful song. The words they could not catch and only the voices could be heard — two tenors and a bass. All were listening; there was complete stillness in the yard. . . . Two voices suddenly broke off with a loud roar of laughter, but the third, a tenor, still sang on, and took so high a note that every one instinctively looked upwards, as though the voice had soared to heaven itself.”
Anton Chekhov, Peasant Wives
For some reason people no longer sing together. Only performers on the stage sing today.
“I knew I’d shattered the balance of the day, the spacious calm of this beach on which I had been happy.”
Albert Camus, The Stranger
Perhaps we believe that the human world is in constant chaos.
But perhaps those who say that the world is mathematical perfection are right. This confidence is probably based on mathematical formulas and models. And they are suitable only for scientists.
For ordinary people it seems that the most important are signs and symbols with whom they meet every day. So as not to violate the perfect living space, humans should be more vigilant and careful.