When the moon passes between the sun and the earth, strange fascination takes root in the heart and suddenly anything is possible. Its power is undeniable, its beauty, mesmerising, its lure, biblical, its meaning, unknowable. And as quickly as it comes, it disappears, leaving us to dwell on our own insignificance in the face of god.
It starts with light and ends with light. And in between there is darkness. Nothing there is beyond hope, nothing that can be sworn impossible. Nothing left unimagined since Zeus, father of the Olympians, made night from midday - hiding the light of the shining sun - and raining dark fear down upon man.