a scrap from 5-22-19

Here is something i wrote in a journal

Sunlight heats, feeds, drys, kills, burns, melts, pushes with the tiniest thrust, like the breath of stars. Catch the sun in your hand and you’ve caught the world. All power comes from it, all being, all form and motion. Do or don’t, the sun is there, will not ever stop, will always be. Time to us is a blink to it. From the past, a photon traveling, wrecking(?illegible) into your skin, triggering a feeling of warmth, or into your eye to birth a color. That photon traveled a million miles to bring you that tiny sensation. Thank it, and the sun. For all senses worship of the sun is the most logical of religions.


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