(For the record, AW regards British Israelism in any form as irredeemably fallacious, totally discredited, and intellectually indefensible.)

Between the sunset and dark,
When daylight is beginning to sour,
Comes a pause in the day's occupation,
Known as the End of Evening Nautical Twilight hour.

From objects come unbidden,
Long shadows partly hidden,
Note in the twilight wrinkled brow,
Pondering the question: Sabbath then or Sabbath now?

Was it the top rim of the sun's brilliant flare,
Or the blackness of night with three stars there?
As ancients did scratch their heads,
Striving to tell apart red and blue threads.

When the Sabbath began, to tell what was right,
Might depend on visual acuity of one's eyesight;
For now it might be well to put away that attitude,
For EENT doesn't work above the 65th lattitude.

Gentle person consider the plight,
That when the Sabbath ends, might mean end in a fight,
The children are waiting, heaven knows,
To be able to watch their favorite TV shows.

 Oh, what say thee, is the name of this crime?
It is Sunset vs End of Evening Nautical Time!
To say that calculations for sunset aren't hard as cooled off lava,
Ignores the calculations work just fine with code written in Java.

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Last Updated: Saturday, April 09, 2005