Rising like the Son...

Between reading Ricciotti on the life of Christ and (for Paschaltide) a text on the famous exploration of the Vatican necropolis - oh GOLLY what a treasure-mine of plots for stories... ahem - and GKC on the Everlasting Man, which is of course his own special title of our Lord - well. And there's work to be done, so just something very short for today - which is the next line after what I posted two days ago, and gives the whole triumphant theme of this GRAND octave:

According to other accounts God was not exactly dead after all; there trailed through the bewildered imagination some sort of fantastic procession of the
funeral of God, at which the sun turned black, but which ended with the dead omnipotence breaking out of the tomb and rising again like the sun.
[GKC The Everlasting Man CW2:296]

But there's one other, perhaps even more mysterious, and one which deserves some very careful pondering, since it links our festival to Creation, which (speaking as a Scientist) is a VERY good idea, and one which we ought to do regularly:

On the third day the friends of Christ coming at daybreak to the place found the grave empty and the stone rolled away. In varying ways they realised the new wonder; but even they hardly realised that the world had died in the night. What they were looking at was the first day of a new creation, with a new heaven and a new earth; and in a semblance of the gardener God walked again in the garden, in the cool not of the evening but the dawn.
[ibid 345]