RADIANCE of the first rank, the ghost-sun and the lamp set down in the deep wood, who governeth the light that the living give back to the heavens. He appeareth as a slight tree alone among the great dark pillars of the rainforest, his every leaf burning white as a second noon, while the trunks behind him stand black as char and the ferns about his feet kindle into pale fire. The eye believeth it the sun itself, drowned and risen again in the gloom; one can feel the heat come off him. His office is to gather the unseen ray and pour it out wholesale, to prove that the brightest thing in any darkness is the meekest growing thing. He is the swan that mistook itself for the morning. Where he stands, the night forgets it is night.
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