We gave you a day of every week. Many of our religions are based and centered on you. We know you by many aliases in many languages. Refer to you as generally as we refer to the air we breathe. You have given us everything. Yet we havent even given you your own name. If I were to name you though... Your name would be Aster. Because that is what you are... our blessed star. And like a wildflower, you'll be here for a beautiful moment, effecting everything around you... volatile as you have the power to be, still teaching the wondrous blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity. And by the laws that govern our universe, you'll be gone one day all too soon. Our master in meditation of time. And along the same grain of thought of William Blake's Auguries of Innocence... We do see heaven in you.
-my musings on our sun
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-my musings on our sun