An eternal higher principal, of pure light, has been turned against the earlier, fluctuating principal of both darkness and light, death and resurrection, as the sun against the moon. The sun never dies. The sun descends into the netherworld, battles the demons of the night sea, is in danger, but never dies. And the inhabiting spirit of this mythology is wonder, not guilt. A black bull miraculously engendered by a moonbeam, gleaming gleaming, learning the gangster lean, the high yellow tusk clean as a solo violin coming through a corvette radio onto the black ballerina's lap— of sun
