Lights, he said.

"The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion."

The beauty of the myth is that its characters are so large their qualities never change. They are forever illumined and are far enough away that you'll not stoop and your hair will not tangle, for those figures are miles beyond the earth.

But we are right here, you and I, separated from beauty by seeing the other's breath.