The morning stars sang in their courses.

The great paean of creation echoeth yet, and arouseth the vibration.

There comes cessation of the song when perfection is achieved.

When all are blended into one full chord, the work is done.

Dissonance in space soundeth yet. Discord ariseth in many systems. When all is resolved into harmony, when all is blended into symphony, the grand chorale will reverberate to the uttermost bounds of the known universe.