ἠν ἀρχή κάι ὁ λόγος

 At the beginning, with a long, loud, cry,

we make our entry upon this vast stage

with one last moment of regret and rage 

at what we’ve lost, and how we don’t know why

we’re in cold air, with giants standing by

as strange and frightening as any mage,

with unknown noises we fear to engage.

We cannot walk, but we now wish to fly.

All that will come we do not comprehend

since at the moment we have only fear,

and rush of vision gives us yet more fright

at a new world in which we must depend 

on a large stranger, whom we now see clear,

and who will teach us how to love the light.