When you're laying in bed at 4 o'clock in the morning waiting for the sun to rise, you can really see the shades of night - and eternity is real. Last night the shades didn't look like Mr. Cy Twombly's, but to each his or her own. These are beautiful anyway. Of course, the sun did finally come up and it turned the mountains all bruised and bluish-purple and the sky glowed pink and I let my body run with my mind and we all calmed down slightly.
Fifty Days at Iliam: Shades of Eternal Night, 1978
Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire that Consumes All before It, 1978
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