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That night, talking quietly into the timepiece as into eternity or the night sky, the sky endless and close, as with delicate hands he brushed and oiled the workings and reconstructed and reset time, Father spoke to me about the plan of life—of love, union, and Creation. Absorbed in the minutiae of the works, absorbed in accuracy and delicacy, we watched the timepiece go back together, almost as if by itself, and it seemed like Father was talking about it, the watch.