But to the southerner， the sun is so dominant that shadow， or dark， is only merely relative： merely the result of something getting between one and the sun.
In the human race， the one thing that is always there is the shining sun， and dark shadow is an accident of intervention.
For my part， if the sun always shine， and always will shine， in spite of millions of clouds of words. In the sunshine， even death is sunny. And there is no end to the sunshine.