The coldest depth of severity burns hottest. But it is from death that life is born anew. There is here an intimate relationship between the two. It is the Goddess that births the Morning Star and when the Lord of the Mound delivers the dead to her tomb it is she who stands at twilight winnowing the harvest. It is from these fated seeds that she as the Mother is impregnated with the threads of the past and the present is weaved and born.
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."