Peak

The sun has passed: through the corridor of the age of darkness and through the furnace of human burning. The sun has stayed alive until today. From cave to cave torch to torch hand to hand in the trembling flame of the candle trembling like the willow, in the flame of the warm lantern like a heart, stage by stage it has shone alive upon us. Only a bat of the night that in the corner of a cave imagined itself a god, commanded: that the sun should die! The sun of the world: at the immense peak of the system...