A letter to the Sun
Dec. 21st, 2008 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dear Sun,
If it is true that you are indeed no more than a glowing ball of gas, you really did not need me to stay up all night just to make sure you continue to do your glowy, burny thing.
In which case, it is also true that you cannot possibly care whether or not we insignificant humans got to see you emerge from behind a wall of clouds. Nor could you be moved by the sleepy drumming or the random (and were they EVER random) assortment of songs sung in your honor from an inaudible 93 million miles away. Photos courtesy of
didjiman .
And so you cannot possibly be offended by the fact that in the middle of the modern pagan anthems and the SF filk and the obligatory rendition of "Here Comes the Sun" that I yanked "Ave Maris Stella" out of my sleep encrusted neurons and turned it into a croaky "Alleluia" with craptastic breath control.
For you, O Sun, were not the one who demanded that the car radio must be shut off because it so rudely emitted an innocuous Christmas melody with Evil Christian Associations That Permanently Ruined Your Life.
An invocation of the light is an invocation of the light. There is no wrong way.
If it is true that you are indeed no more than a glowing ball of gas, you really did not need me to stay up all night just to make sure you continue to do your glowy, burny thing.
In which case, it is also true that you cannot possibly care whether or not we insignificant humans got to see you emerge from behind a wall of clouds. Nor could you be moved by the sleepy drumming or the random (and were they EVER random) assortment of songs sung in your honor from an inaudible 93 million miles away. Photos courtesy of
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And so you cannot possibly be offended by the fact that in the middle of the modern pagan anthems and the SF filk and the obligatory rendition of "Here Comes the Sun" that I yanked "Ave Maris Stella" out of my sleep encrusted neurons and turned it into a croaky "Alleluia" with craptastic breath control.
For you, O Sun, were not the one who demanded that the car radio must be shut off because it so rudely emitted an innocuous Christmas melody with Evil Christian Associations That Permanently Ruined Your Life.
An invocation of the light is an invocation of the light. There is no wrong way.
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Date: 2008-12-22 06:29 am (UTC)We are a presumptuous bunch of primates, aren't we?
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