When the sun and the moon had been born in Teotihuacan, they had brought men out of darkness. She knew from her ancestors that the light emitted by these stars is not only physical but also spiritual and that its transit through the heavens served to unify the cycle of time and space in the thoughts of men. The contemplation of the heavens, as in a game of mirrors, became an internal contemplation, it became an instrument of transformation, it was something that happened inside and outside, in heaven and on earth. Year after year, cycle after cycle, weaving time, intertwining it, as if it were a bag of snakes.
by Laura Esquivel
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In the narrative, the birth of the sun and moon in Teotihuacan signifies the emergence of humanity from darkness into light. This event is depicted as a profound metamorphosis, revealing that the illumination offered by these celestial bodies transcends mere physical brightness. The knowledge passed down from ancestors emphasizes a spiritual dimension, suggesting that their light influences both time and space, shaping human thoughts and experiences.

The act of gazing at the sky transforms into an inward journey, serving as a catalyst for personal growth. This internal reflection is paralleled with cosmic movements, as the cycles of nature are woven together like intertwined snakes. This imagery illustrates the interconnectedness of time and existence, highlighting the significance of cyclical patterns that govern both celestial and earthly realms, facilitating a deeper understanding of one's place in the universe.

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