The Healing Power of Darkness

Jeff opens his blinds each morning to the glow of twilight on the horizon. He is not groggy or stiff. He yawns and stretches, feeling completely restored. He then enters his meditation space to face east. Raising his arms out to his sides, he chants a strange, sonorous invocation:

“Hail unto thee who art Ra in thy rising!
Even unto thee who art Ra in thy strength
Who travellest over the heavens in thy bark
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