There is a veil surrounding the yellow and azure kingdom, For the time of daily hibernation has arrived. But Sol Invictus never turns away from his subjects His procession will seek out the bleary eyes of millions as they wake. The hums of coffeemakers sing to him an anthem of praise. A chorus of groans joins in on the song. America sings at 6:00 a.m. Beads of sweat are cast as flowers on the midpoint of the parade. Everybody casts them whether they want to or not. We divert our gaze and blacken our lenses for we are not worthy! We anoint our skin in greasy oils as we worship him on the shorelines! We make an epidermal sacrifice as we bathe in his rays. The sun god returns to his nocturnal chamber, sending off a final flourish of light. Now he is appeased for the day.
The eptiome of His Joy is to plunge into the Dark Night. People often lament the Winter; but I find the Joy is greater, the longer He abides therein.
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