Like children, they throw their arms around us and we cannot stop their holy embrace. They find us whether we are in the full flight of success or the depths of depression. They find us whether we are on a desert island or in the teeming pandemonium of the metropolis. They find us in health and they visit us on our sickbed. Though the hour may differ, every second is the same second on one side of the world as it is on the other.
Time fills the North and the South, as it fills the East and the West.
One of the yearly cycles begins in Tishrei in the autumn, and one yearly cycle begins in Nissan in the spring. This is the cycle of Creation itself. The other cycle is that of the Beit Hamikdash, the Holy Temple where everything commences with the first light of the day. This autumn-year is the year of the creation of the world. We count by it the years of Creation, of worldly matters.