What Are We Doing?

The sun split open the sack of darkness came out, laughed brightly. Brighter than any lamp in the night. With its joyful flash everything was lit brighter than any diamond in the depths of any mine. The rain of light from its tresses made the world shine. Do you want to stain the shining tresses of my sun with a bloody rag? or to wash them in a spring of clear water? ...