And from that is the secret of the repetition in the cycles from Chapter 45. The colorful ones were repeated by name, not by the names, and the astronomy turned, and the two new things occurred. The sky was bowed and it was right for it to bow down, for the matter in it is compressed. How can its voice not be heard when it is afraid of missing out, knowing that it will pass quickly and the mountains will move on the day the trembling one follows them? The synonymous ones will be parched hearts that day, damaged souls, fearful minds, secrets as they are, and the sky will be lost, for it will be weak when it becomes empty on its thrones. If its inhabitant had remained, its dwellings would not have been ruined, for the houses are the most visible.