The sun is not a person.

The sun does not remember

its past, does not mourn

its future as a shrunken dwarf;

does not care for its planets

or their inhabitants

though in some sense

the sun is probably their parent.

The sun does not worry

about what other stars may think

as it runs a path through the teeming universe.

 

The sun is not a god.

The sun does not have obligations

or responsibilities or guilt or pain;

the sun is not pleased, nor grateful,

nor joyful, nor sad, nor puzzled,

nor vicious, nor vengeful.

 

The sun is a ball of burning gas.

The sun does not put its hat on.

The sun does not come out to play.