There are a few videos out under the term 'cymatics' which show how different tones played beneath a flat plate would shape the loose salt that was scattered onto the plate into distinct geometric patterns. Each change in pitch would change the shape of the pattern, and it occurs to me then that those were just the sounds that we could audibly hear, maybe there's another tone, a sacred note, that shapes the geometries of galaxies, or atoms.

When I wrote the story, I made the intro and then wondered what my adversary might be in the tale, and remembered how I'm always pointing out how language is used to manage the mind of society. Describing it in words became the battle I suppose.