It all began years and years ago. There was no world, there was no existence. There was just something that we can never possibly imagine, not an emptiness, not a nothing. It was more than that, but what exactly more...It's difficult to explain.
What there was...was a sound. A sound more melodic than the rain, a sound more exquisite than the stars that twinkle away above us now.
Then the Goddess said, "I quite like that sound... I think I'll make something today."
(The Goddess is our something more, however our minds can never extend so far as to understand how or why, in the slightest...)
So the Goddess created the world. She created trees, lakes, rivers, streams, mountains, plains, hills, animals, reptiles, birds...
But there was something in all these things that made them what they were. Each held safely within themselves a note from the sound that had played before the beginning.
The Goddess could somehow not compress the sound into one object...this bothered her, for she longed so badly to play the song to everyone, so that they could experience the heavenly tune for themselves.
She created some instruments, the flute, the cello, the piano, the saxophone, the violin among many others, but still she could not capture the sounds in all their glory. Each one sounded a pale imitation.
(By this time, the sound was heard very rarely, for the noise of life seemed to have drowned it out.)
Then...the goddess made the guitar. There it was! She touched a string and the song she knew so well resounded around the earth.
She made many guitars and gifted her special favourite mortal men and women, her favourite sounds.
And now...everyone who picks up a guitar becomes part of a special group. The Goddess's Beloved..a Secreter