[Day 23/100] In Canadian Aboriginal Haida legend, the Raven was the Bringer of Light to a world that was completely dark. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "At that time the whole world was dark. Inky, pitchy, all-consuming dark, blacker than a thousand stormy winter midnights, blacker than anything anywhere has been since." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "The reason for all this blackness has to do with the old man in the house by the river, who had a box, which contained a box, which contained a box, which contained an infinite number of boxes, each nestled in a box slightly larger than itself until finally there was a box so small all it could contain was all the light in the universe." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In the story, the old man hides the light because he's afraid to see whether or not his daughter is ugly. In a ploy to steal the light, Raven shrinks himself to become a hemlock needle in a basket of drinking water so that the daughter swallows him. Soon Raven is reborn from her as a raven/human child. The old man accepts him as a grandson, and soon Raven begins begging that he open the boxes, one after another, each time pleading and crying until the old man yields. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ When the old man finally opens the box containing the light, Raven grabs it and flies out of the house—causing light to spread throughout the world and revealing that the old man's daughter is as beautiful as the fronds of a hemlock tree. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As Raven flies away, Eagle sees him and tries to steal the light, causing Raven to drop some of it, which becomes the Moon and the stars. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Excerpt from a Raven story published by Bill Reid in 1984.