Listen now | 22 minutes | The harvest was a dream: wheat being pulled out of noisy stalks and piled neatly by the barn to dry out. Sometimes, in that dream, the people are the wheat but more often they are the sun itself — for if they could dream of being greater gods, why not the ordinary sun?
Conjurers are everywhere
Conjurers are everywhere
Conjurers are everywhere
Listen now | 22 minutes | The harvest was a dream: wheat being pulled out of noisy stalks and piled neatly by the barn to dry out. Sometimes, in that dream, the people are the wheat but more often they are the sun itself — for if they could dream of being greater gods, why not the ordinary sun?