Yes, the Khu is a light in your mind while you live, but in death, it must return to heaven. For the Khu is also eternal. Out of the hovering of its wings, there comes to me a feeling, yes, of such tenderness as I have never known for any human, nor received in return—some sorrowful understanding of me was in the hovering of the Khu.

Norman Mailer, Ancient Evenings