(Originally published 4 October, 2014, on The Wild Hunt)

The sun is not the brightest star, but it is the closest, the loudest.
The sun is so close that it blinds from our eyes all those others who, by mere virtue of distance, must wait for the darkest of hours to remind us of their light. Without that garish ferocity, we cannot live, but it is at the cost of the myriad that this one Truth shines upon us.
If these words were in German, her warmth could bronze and perhaps sear your skin with rays of feminine brilliance. Were you reading this in French, his beckoning light might bring you instead to think on his mannish illumination gently coaxing out the life of plant from soil. The sun is feminine in many Germanic languages, while masculine in many Latin-derived tongues, and the moon is likewise gendered. It is…
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Jeanne D’Arc, leader of the siege of Orleans. Her mystical experiences included not only speaking to Saints, but also seeing Fairies (and declining to call them evil spirits). She wore “men’s’ clothing, and was executed for Heresy/Witchcraft; later re-inscribed as a Saint by the Catholic Church. 
“My political opinions lean more and more to Anarchy (philosophically understood, meaning abolition of control not whiskered men with bombs). The most improper job of any man is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity.” – J. R. R. Tolkien. The Letter of J. R. R. Tolkien.