A mind that has been running from its brother finally stops in the dark, lays its head on stone, and sleeps, and this is the whole condition of the separated self, at rest on hardness in a world where the light has gone out. Sleep is the dream of separation itself, entered where fear has driven the self to the end of the day.
Yet even here, in the hardest place a mind has found, it is only sleeping, and what sleeps can wake. The comfort is exact and quiet, that the darkness and the stone are features of a dream, and the self laid down in them was never truly harmed and has only to open its eyes.
Stones: the hardness the self rests upon in its exile, the unyielding beliefs it has made into a place to lie down.
Sun: the awareness of love, whose setting leaves the mind in the darkness where the dream of separation takes hold.