by George Frederic Watts
Apollo: I will tell thee. Beyond time, where alone exists the Nameless, all is a miracle-wholly and forever miracle. Time, like a moving curtain, hides miracle from men-lest they be destroyed before they long for it. But time's not seamless. And from age to distant age, when the cycles which thou hast seen pause in their perpetuity, a crack may appear in time. Its very motion brings the fault within it's fabric. And though this fault divine, this chink, the eternal miracle shines though to men, descends to earth-infinity incarnate, eternity in time.
Voices of the gods:
Rejoice for a fault in time!
Rejoice that men now may climb!
Rejoice that hell's pains can end!
Rejoice that the gods decend!
Rejoice that by Nameless grace
God yet may show his face,
And through a fault in time
The light divine
May shine
Shine...
Shine...
Shine...
Shine...
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