"You are the sun. The sun doesn't move, this is what it does. You are the
Earth. The Earth is here for a start, and then the Earth moves around
the sun. And now, we'll have an explanation that simple folks like us
can also understand, about immortality. All I ask is that you step with
me into the boundlessness, where constancy, quietude and peace, infinite
emptiness reign. And just imagine, in this infinite sonorous silence,
everywhere is an impenetrable darkness. Here, we only experience general
motion, and at first, we don't notice the events that we are
witnessing. The brilliant light of the sun always sheds its heat and
light on that side of the Earth which is just then turned towards it.
And we stand here in it's brilliance. This is the moon. The moon
revolves around the Earth. What is happening? We suddenly see that the
disc of the moon, the disc of the moon, on the Sun's flaming sphere,
makes an indentation, and this indentation, the dark shadow, grows
bigger... and bigger. And as it covers more and more, slowly only a
narrow crescent of the sun remains, a dazzling crescent. And at the next
moment, the next moment - say that it's around one in the afternoon - a
most dramatic turn of event occurs. At that moment the air suddenly
turns cold. Can you feel it? The sky darkens, then goes all dark. The
dogs howl, rabbits hunch down, the deer run in panic, run, stampede in
fright. And in this awful, incomprehensible dusk, even the birds... the
birds too are confused and go to roost. And then... Complete Silence.
Everything that lives is still. Are the hills going to march off? Will
heaven fall upon us? Will the Earth open under us? We don't know. We
don't know, for a total eclipse has come upon us... But... but no need
to fear. It's not over. For across the sun's glowing sphere, slowly, the
Moon swims away. And the sun once again bursts forth, and to the Earth
slowly there comes again light, and warmth again floods the Earth. Deep
emotion pierces everyone.
They have escaped the weight of darkness"
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