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The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. (Tennyson)
Flight begins, in myth, with a commission and a prison. King Minos had Daedalus, inventor and architect, create a labyrinth in which to imprison the Minotaur who had slept with his wife. The layout must remain a secret, said the king, for the Minotaur’s appetite is for human sacrifice. A blinking image: a half-bull brushing up against a maze’s hard center, horn and muscle. It’s still Taurus season, a lab for how to hold things in Venus’s earthy abode, sturdily allowing growth. And today the moon’s new near the final degree of the bull. Plainly: the end of the middle of spring.