Epigraph
“This being made, He yearned for worlds to make
From other chaos out beyond our night—
For to create is still God’s prime delight.
The large moon, all alone, sailed her dark lake,
And the first tides were moving to her might;
Then Darkness trembled, and began to quake
Big with the birth of stars, and when He spake
A million worlds leapt into radiant light.”
Lloyd Mifflin.