Everything
harmonizes with me, which is harmonious to thee, O Universe. Nothing
for me is too early nor too late, which is in due time for thee.
Everything is fruit to me which thy seasons bring, O Nature: from
thee are all things, in thee are all things, to thee all things
return. The poet says, Dear city of Cecrops; and wilt not thou say,
Dear city of Zeus?
(podcast episode) (original Greek)
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