We fast through the night, not just from food but also from the sights and sounds of the physical world. For a few hours each night we journey into the mysterious realm of sleep and dreams. In the morning we return to a world no less mysterious.
The miracle of all that surrounds us is ever present, though we only feel it when we give it our attention. We need only to awaken and watch the night turn to day, and to hear the first birdsongs of the morning.
Who can not wonder what power, what conscious intelligence created the ball of fire in the dawn sky, and the melodies of the morning that the birds sing in such joy?
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