Monday, July 27, 2009
Enter the day when the sun shines red faced and tired. Light is not so sure. Under the dull glow thoughts and opinions are formulated. People already talk of how it used to be and speculate at the pending downfall of the once great master. Sitting at the center of the universe the sun cannot understand all the commotion, people crying, newspapers printing, preachers preaching, all just because he had one bad day. Most of the cries are not in his name and this disturbs him. Some scream to allah, some to jesus, and many others, but very few are to him. One bad day and he if forgotten and replace by false visions of deities created by governments from long ago.