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The Sun's Solitude

The sun does never move by itself not as well as any other his planet.


Necessarily his planet could be obliged to make orbit by another power, but only the sun is never like so neither.


Nevertheless, even he is moved by the universe's own move.


The sun is so at own solitude. And he does never flame his any given thing, in only pouring light so evenly according to own distance.


What he does never complaint does never mean that he's not so unhappy.


He could never know he's unhappy or not.
Happy emotion could pull through him, only the thing must be the trhth.


In case of it, how the sun can think and feel, centainly as much as we can, he'd never do so, nevertheless, either he has some kind of fatigue or toughness.


What only the sun could know must belong to him.


Nevertheless, only he could not have horror at completely losing at having him not as much as any his planet.


No horror, no anxiety, no hope nor wish, how can we see these minds?


Certainly, what we'd naver be able to output certain reason could be seen so mysterious, and scrutable.
Nevertheless, the sun must never react that question of us. And anybody probably must become same thing to him, some another day. No matter what kind of thinking we have, his presence could never be aware of it, and consistently only we have some mind to the sun.


That one way relevance must have all signified essence.


World's truth or substantially essential nature could be regarded with that absolutely never switchable truth.


World's composed nature could be featured with only difference and evenness.


We all are never be irerevant with the truth. We'd never be known to any flat noe any even thing as long as we are all alive.


Probably, any so unidentified enigma could consist in that strict truth.


But only the sun apathetically just is emitting his beaming power to his planet.





Sep. 25, 30th.        2021