Gods and men alike are radiant in the light. It is the only immortality for human beings, approaching the hazard of the light with the gods. The relation of the buildings to each other and to the land fuses in the white light. What remains is beyond action, too instantaneous for reverie, too deep for calm. It is silence, the sweet deep breath taken.
Fear lies dead upon the rock.
Too instantaneous for reverie, too deep for calm. The light beneath the black anvil of the storm cloud. The fear of full light. There is the first light seen at emergence from the battle through the birth canal, the last light seen in the last moment, and all the fields of light that lie between. For the Yage drinkers in the Amazon there is the semen of the sun.