ΟΙ ΩΡΕΣ ʽΗμεῖς ἀδελφαἱ γνήσιαι ψυχῶν δίχα· ἄλλη μὲν ἄλλης τῷ χρόνῳ πρεσβυτέρα, ἴσαι δὲ πᾶσαι τοὺς διαύλους τῶν χρόνων· αἳ καὶ καλοῦμεν οὐκ ἀνοίγουσαι στόμα, βαδίζομεν δὲ μὴ πόδας κεκτημέναι. ʼΕνταῦθά σοι λαλοῦμεν, ὡς ὁρᾶν ἔχεις, και πανταχοῦ πάρεσμεν, εἰ σκοπεῖν θέλεις. Christopher of Mytilene (circa 1000 - 1050) THE HOURS (after Christopher of Mytilene) Alive and not alive we spin around, shining sisters, one of us the first to be born but, with the passing years, our ages all become the same. We cry out through silent mouths, and quickly run although we have no legs. We speak to you, now, from between these words. We're always present, if you choose to look.