She stares at the snow, the sun's blinding refraction. Her mind is formed by four years of living on our planet. Into her fifth year of life, she ponders the nature of light and sun. "Is our sun the same sun that's at Grandma's house?" "Yes," was my simple reply to a complexity of thought. Yes, this is the same sun. No one has another sun. No one can escape its light. From Beijing to Boston; from South Africa to every town named Springfield. There is no human that is not subject to its light and heat. By its perpetual flame, the earth is sustained through seasons. All of history's societies have witnessed the same sun's power. Every human ever to see daylight has felt its rays on their skin. This star is common to us all. "Is our sun the same sun that's at Grandma's house?" "Yes," is my reply. "There is one sun for everyone." Comments are closed.
|
JOIN My Tribe
|