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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: would have said that day was breaking. The brightness went on
imperceptibly increasing for a very long time.
Maskull then discovered that he was lying on sand. The colour of the
sand was scarlet. The obscure shadows he had seen were bushes, with
black stems and purple leaves. So far, nothing else was visible.
The day surged up. It was too misty for direct sunshine, but before
long the brilliance of the light was already greater than that of the
midday sun on earth. The heat, too, was intense, but Maskull
welcomed it - it relieved his pain and diminished his sense of
crushing weight. The wind had dropped with the rising of the sun.
He now tried to get onto his feet, but succeeded only in kneeling.
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