eleven in the evening
We exist beneath the shadow . We look ; we listen . And meanwhile the dark earth rolls onward . The flowers are conscious of this tremendous motion ; the one opens at eleven in the evening and the other at five in the morning . Astounding sense of law ! And in other depths of wonder , the drop of water is a world ; the infusoria breed ; animalculæ display gigantic fecundity , the imperceptible reveals its grandeur , immensity manifests itself , in an inverse sense ; there are algæ that produce in an hour thirteen hundred millions of their kind . Every enigma is propounded in one .