This whole world is sacred — every blessed inch of ground and every precious particle of matter from the four corners and seven seas of this good earth. And we all are its keepers.
In myth and legend, higher beings dwelled on mountaintops — in “God’s country,” as it were. But who among our lower kind were worth the salt in their veins? Those folks who kept their noses clean? Good, honest people who had positive values and never followed a nattering nabob of negativism — that is, a lying leader?
Yes, but also simple working people — like carpenters, merchants, teachers, fishers and ferrymen — who lived in the most humble or desert places, quaint seaside villages or inner cities where, guilty or innocent, they all died.
This song’s key requires listeners and readers to keep ears and eyes open, to hear and see, with instruments at ready, that the theme and variations in this symphony of life depend not so much on a catchy, recurring tune, but on a firm foundation of harmony and a steady beat.