The black circle appeared in the sky. The edge of that circle was keener than a blade, its perfect symmetry austere. But from the fine edge of that white-red-gold ring delimiting the circle, striations of white light flared into the sky like fine shoots springing from a seed flung in the firmament casting about for a place to grow, or like the filaments of a sea creature open to the nourishment of the deep. My human eye recognized the shape of life in those rays.
In Pursuit of Totality
In Pursuit of Totality
In Pursuit of Totality
The black circle appeared in the sky. The edge of that circle was keener than a blade, its perfect symmetry austere. But from the fine edge of that white-red-gold ring delimiting the circle, striations of white light flared into the sky like fine shoots springing from a seed flung in the firmament casting about for a place to grow, or like the filaments of a sea creature open to the nourishment of the deep. My human eye recognized the shape of life in those rays.