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It reminds me of a section in Starhawk's Spiral Dance (HarperSanFrancisco, 1999), talking about Litha (the summer solstice): "The Sun King grown embraces the Queen of Summer in the love that is death because it is so complete that it dissolves into the single song of ecstasy that moves the worlds. So the Lord of Light dies to Himself, and sets sail across the dark seas of time, searching for the isle of light that is rebirth." (p. 205)
Here, the Prince of Light holds an egg, symbol of birth, that is himself. Like tales of John Barleycorn, who is the seed that is plowed into the ground, the Prince must die to be reborn. Yet his message is not one of sadness at ending, but rather of absolute joy in the moment we are living.
Whatever endings may come, dance with the pleasure of being, right here and right now!