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| Posted by: Camac 04-Oct-2008, 02:09 PM |
| Speak not to me Of Gods For superstition Dogs your words. Speak Glorious Wonders to behold. The Universe the All Divine, Creator For all of Time. The Stars it Births Which then in turn Give rise to Worlds On which Life spawns. No Gods this power Do possess, No Being Has that Mightiness, But that which from Chaos sprang Exploding as the Universe. |
| Posted by: stoirmeil 06-Oct-2008, 01:45 PM |
| And no one knows what to say, David . . . I feel like this sometimes -- I wish for the purest, cleanest awe that must have come before language itself, when some cave-dwelling hominid walked out of his home, beheld the setting sun or the rising moon, and breathed "Ahhhhhhh . . . " as a chill ran up his back, without knowing why. Because he was just at the evolutionary edge of wonder. I don't think we can be graced with that state for ourselves, except very fleetingly, any more, although I do believe that some very small children come close. |
| Posted by: Camac 06-Oct-2008, 02:28 PM |
| stoirmeil; When I have been in the north 3-400 miles or further from Toronto and looked up on a clear winters night I have been so awed by the majesty of the Universe that tears of joy and wonder have trickled down my cheeks. There are no words in any language to describe the vision. Camac |
| Posted by: Lady-of-Avalon 23-Oct-2008, 06:55 PM |
| Yes the Universe is a grand splendor and mysterious wonder that is hard to explain. And I do agree that just by looking up at a night sky one cannot look at it and not be in awe in front of such a beautiful vista. LOA |