tide-turner

Updated: May 18, 2025

But the tide ebbs on, down to the immense, almost inhuman passionate darkness of sex, the strange and moon-like intensity of the hypogastric plexus and the sacral ganglion, then deep, deeper, past the last great station of the darkest psyche, down to the earth's center. Then we sleep. And the moon is the tide-turner.

D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence - Fantasia of the Unconscious