Sol Niger

“Hang my head
Drown my fear
‘Til you all just disappear

Black hole sun
Black hole sun
Won’t you come?

– Chris Cornell

Taking a cue/clue from the Soundgarden lyrics, the soul terrain under the dominant of the Black Sun heralds in an existential forsakenness.  Indeed, when we look into the etymology of the word “eclipse,” we uncover the core of this difficult terrain: abandonment.  And if we are at all attuned to the woundings of these places, and can somewhat endure the particular chaos and disorientation of the soulscape beneath the Black Sun, we step along side the legions of other marginalized, condemned, subjugated and forsaken individuals, and join the ranks of the shame carriers.

If nothing else, this brief sketch can alert you to the fine book on the subject by Marlan Stanton, The Black Sun: The Alchemy and Art of Darkness.


Author: Richard Reeve

I'm the Senior Director of Development at Panthera, a global conservation organization committed to stemming the population decline of cats in the wild. I enjoy rural living with my wife Judith and our two children in the Catskill Mountains of New York.