This is what I want to be remembering when I go to Tatry this weekend:

The heavens are telling of the glory of God;

And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.

Day to day pours forth speech,

And night to night reveals knowledge.

There is no speech, nor are there words;

Their voice is not heard.

PS 19:1-3

Nebesá rozprávajú o Božej sláve,

obloha svedčí o diele jeho rúk.

Deň dňu odovzdáva zvesť,

noc noci zvestuje poznanie

bez reči, bez slov,

nepočuť ich hlas.
Ž 19,1-3