Tolkien came the closest I've ever read of a literary portrayal of frequencies used to create a world. The Silmarillion (Silmarils were ball-shaped crystals, rare, powerful gifts given in custody of the first-generation Elders) was a not-quite-finished work at the time of Tolkien's death that he began (if memory serves) to pen prior to the writing the popular trilogy. It further created depth and lore for how the world of middle earth came to be. In the beginning, it was sung into existance. There was, of course, a lone, egotistical, discordant one amongst the otherwise melodious chorus, one who thought himself above the creator; Melkor. Upon his banishment from paradise he took along with him many underlings who he'd managed to corrupt, compromise and sway towards his deranged philosphy. Today the legacy of such lives on in our real, modern, secular world and generally goes by the name of the high institutions of man who are ultimately beknighted, elite, upper-echelon criminals in service to their wikedly "infallible" master human.