The Sun is popular in our society. And for good reason. Using its nuclear power, it lights up half the world. The other half gets theirs too, a fact that could be prioritized as a sort of fulcrum for living amidst so many lively processes. This creates a dialectic between dark and light. In both light and dark you can posit ideas in the insistence of which you can live. This might sound complicated but only because you complicate. Compassion should be the simplest word to understand. Remember, the sun doesn't have to be there. A bunch of actions occurred randomly--over and under time--and, lo, the sun appeared, and other things, even life on earth. Not just the Bible says so. Very serious people understand that sunlight hits those reactors in green plants and that produces the gumption that plants thrive on. In that, you resemble a plant. Take that as just one example. Cycles of growth and surcease spin in the hollows of this life that defines the life of living. Philosophers and people think about this stuff constantly, even without thinking at all. It may seem like a narrow road you trod but you can learn to bear and fill the beams of love. And then you transform into the wide and inclusive expanse. It is the light sun shared. You can say thank you, it would not hurt.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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