Obsidian, the Hatched Egg

In the time of Stone, the Egg Unhatching protected our existence when all other Hours slept and forgot. Now it is hatched, but the obsidian shell remains; in the Night, in the Shadow, in the Wood. It shields us from the Glory which would subsume our wills. Ignorance is the shelter of mortals. [This determination is made with moon; it provides moon and heart.]