… we could see this in one another;
we had changed although we never moved,
and one said, ah, behold how we have aged,
travelling from day to night only,
neither forward nor sideward,
and this seemed in a strange way
miraculous.
And those who believed we should have a purpose
belived this was the purpose,
and those who felt we must remain free
in order to encounter truth
felt it had been revealed.
Faithgul and Virtuous Night: Poems
Tycho 