"Figures dark beneath their loads pass down the far bank of the river, rendered immortal by the streak of sunset upon their shoulders"

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There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it.

— N. Scott Momaday