And as the waxing night
deepens my inner essence,

so I feel my thoughts aloft
the blackness, midst the
celestial magic of the
panorama of the Universe.

How can man doubt God?

When the sky of infinite worlds
hangs above us? A nightly
return to the aeons of
the ever-present past,
beckoning
us towards the mysterious future.

This little aguished person,
I,
grind on my daily toil, then in
eve's majestical awakening:

Exultation of the All High!

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