The sublime feeling from which time is born.

The sun descends beyond the hills...
Twilight bears its flaming radiance.

Wound and truth burn brightly
in the depths of the universe.
And it knows that darkness does not destroy darkness,
but yields before the power of the everlasting light of the sun.

By the grace of Heaven,
by the smile of the universe,
there is woven into the heart
a feeling that carries us beyond ourselves,
a feeling from which time itself is born.

Your watchful eyes, O Lord,
are upon the universe...