Like father, like Sun. Humans, for the most part, wanna be appreciated. When they go out of their way for somebody, they want that somebody to thank them for their trouble. Much of what Everyman does IS for-the-other. By capitalizing the "i" and "s" I meant to take it one more step beyond dotting my "i's" and crossing my "t's". I'm watching my p's and q's too.
Does the Sun expect gratitude from the recipients of it's grace? In asking that I"m bringing back the recent argument about worshiping graven images and Vitamin D. Worshiping stuff that appears to be written in stone. Better mousetraps not withstanding. What part of the Sun could one worship that wouldn't soon be extinguished? How you gonna keep 'em down on the farm, after they've seen Paree?
If all the lazy ol' Sun has to do is roll around heaven all day, then why have tools been developed to record it's tiniest variation in behavior possible? Is the Sun our God? Earth's God. It seems to fit every category I've required from a God to date.
I found it curious that I hadn't run across the idea or at least figured it out that the letter D is the fourth letter of the alphabet, and that Vitamin D was labeled thusly because it was the fourth vitamin discovered. Vitamin D is the "sunshine vitamin". whatever it is that IS labeled vitamin D requires the skin's relationship with the Sun to come into being, and if it doesn't come into being, the pangs of hell camp out on yo' doorstep. The boilerplate list of diseases associated with a deficiency of Vitamin D in one's body are universal plagues of mankind. If you gotta have heart, then you gotta have a goodly amount of epidermal exposure the the king of kings or yo' ass is gonna regret it. The interesting part is it works just as well by consuming it second hand as a predator.
So, if I was able to figure out the exact relationship between the Sun and myself as a homo sapien, and then as an individuated human being with it's own ground of being, where would that get me? I don't know how much gratitude the Sun needs from it's groupies, but I need more than just a little, and that's the bane of my existence.
Just previous to this sit-down I sat on the deck on the east side of my house and watched the Sun rise up through the scrub oak and slash pines. Besides the heavy atmosphere rising from the Earth those trees kept the direct sunlight from blinding me. I've watched other crazy people do this. Even when the Sun reached the midheaven. They're not blind. Either that or staring at the Sun teaches them another way of seeing thangs.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
