ABSTRACT
The day recedes, the evening shadows gather, and in the birth-throes of the Millenium Day “we stand on tiptoe, our hands upon our thighs, looking for the things that are coming upon the earth”.
The day recedes, the evening shadows gather, and in the birth-throes of the Millenium Day “we stand on tiptoe, our hands upon our thighs, looking for the things that are coming upon the earth”.