"The shadow of one who flies high in search of light casts a great form upon the earth." The "eternal boy" soars toward the sky, chasing an ideal. As he gains altitude, his shadow begins to stretch across the ground. Growing larger and larger, his shadow eventually outgrows the earth itself, projecting onto those around him, onto society. He will eventually face a choice: continue to fly, or carry his shadow himself. Whether it becomes a rite of passage or a return to origin, the death of a former self is inevitable for the eternal boy. I was Icarus, trying to fly with wings of wax. I was destined to fall. It is time to descend to the ground. To recognize myself as one among many, and there, confront my own shadow. The moon is a better confidant for shadows than the sun. In moonlight, shadows are more likely to speak their true thoughts.