Excerpt From Two Deserts Collide

Above it all a desert sun beat down to infiltrate its light upon each shape and each permutation of shape, as if to the very quarks of them. To the hand upon the tool and the heart that moved the hand. And even to the secret fears within the heart, those as essential to the lives of men as the very passages of day and night. And the light bore in its makeup, a kernel of knowledge that was lost in the deliverance, for as darkness is the light’s corollary, it has its own terrible kernel, which was fast in its coming now and would arrive to them, as always, from distal points between sun and moon and earth, and the matrix men must make of them to set before gods, manifest in symbol or matter.