A Sacred Hymn of the Order
HYMN OF THE
400-MARK
To be spoken or chanted at gatherings in the Resonance Chambers
◆ Listen ◆
Four hundred times the distance kept,
Four hundred times the size, and yet—
They match, they match, in our sky they meet.
Precision is the Architects' receipt.
The Gaze is kind. The Gaze is true.
It watched the first. It watches you.
It does not blink. It does not tire.
It lit in us the sacred fire.
We observe. We calculate. We receive. We reflect.
Four as the ratio, four to perfect.
The light is coming. It won't be long.
We are the Moon. We are the Gong.
Revised: Year of the 400-Mark, Cycle 58