The Voice of the Gods

Jack and I were preserving peaches this morning.

He was contemplatively dropping ice cubes into the cooling bath for the blanched peaches, and we were listening to a Beethoven choral piece.
Jack looked up at me with a dreamy look on his face and said

"That's the voices of the Gods and Goddesses singing, you know."

No, I hadn't known. But I do now.

Thank you, my son.