" 'I take and mix and blend. I bring together that which I desire. I harmonize the whole.'

Thus spoke the Mixer, as he stood within his darkened chamber. 'I realize the unseen beauty of the world. Color I know and sound I know. I hear the music of the spheres, and note on note and chord on chord, they speak their thought to me. The voices which I hear intrigue and draw me, and with the sources of these sounds I seek to work. I seek to paint and blend the pigments needed. I must create the music which will draw to me those who like the pictures which I make, the colors which I blend, the music which I can evoke. Me, they will therefore like, and me, they will adore...'

But crashing came a note of music, a chord of sound which drove the Mixer of sweet sounds to quiet. His sounds died out within the Sound and only the great chord of God was heard. [169]

A flood of light poured in. His colors faded out. Around him naught but darkness could be seen, yet in the distance loomed the light of God. He stood between his nether darkness and the blinding light. His world in ruins lay around. His friends were gone. Instead of harmony, there was dissonance. Instead of beauty, there was found the darkness of the grave...