I worship the Sun. Call it melodramatic I guess, but I think we’re fools not to choose to see magic in the world, instead of the doldrums proffered by normoids. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather have an interesting time.
To me this is far more sensible than worshipping some list of abstractions written by somebody. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pro-religion, whether that be Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, whatever. But those religions don’t speak to me. All seems like some guy wrote them.
If I don't lay out in the sun, I haven't done my duty. I get told a lot that people are unable to tell when I'm kidding and when I'm serious - in this way I'm "gently" serious, insofar as I don't really give a shit what you believe, and I don't really give a shit that no one else thinks how I do. That's how I am with everything, unless it's practical to make people believe what I believe for my own interests or for their own
I worship the sun by laying out in the sun. I'm dark blonde, blue eyes. my skin tans well. I like to lay in the sun for hours and ever since I went seed oil free I never get burns, or if I get a little red it's gone in 12 hours.
Science is catching up about sunning. Science tends to catch up to broscience, but even then, the gubirnmints will stifle the findings. they want you slowly dying and weak from sunscreen-induced melanoma, anon. public order.
When I lay in the sun, and I feel the warmth of the rays getting absorbed through my skin, I feel my cares melt away. I envision the sun melting away the toxins of modernity. It burns them away gently. I feel the sun caress and soothe and empower my muscles and bones, ligaments and tendons. I imagine my body filling with the fire of being. The creative flame of life. Zoroastrian eschatology in miniature Fire Temples...Frashokereti... The Sassanids were onto something. Relaxed and energized throughout. The little tension stress crystals caused by modern poisons of body (xenoestrogen) and of mind (silly society sandbox games and concerns) cease to exist. They cannot exist in the warm light of the Sun God's fire that burns away evils.
I want to be like the sun, but to be like the sun, I must be in the sun often.
You know the pleasure of spreading joy and warmth to others... Do you know the infectious power of positivity. Constructiveness? Optimism?
The sun IS, quintessentially, these things.
It *IS* what I'm describing. The essence. It may not be a god, but it is humanity's god all the same. What even is a god anyway? A massively powerful "thing"? Does it need sentience? How do you know the Sun isn't sentient, anon? Because some guy with a degree in Science told you it? Because a textbook told you?
It is not our only god, but I think it may be my favorite god.
Plants wither and die without sun. Animals grow sallow and pale. Sickly. humans too. Pale, pallid, putrid.
The sun burns away the scars of the past and scours them. The sun heals and invigorates the spirit and sets alight in the soul a powerful flame that can't die or extinguish.
When I lay in the sun I'm reminded of what life *is*
It isn't a 9-5. It isn't toil and trouble. It isn't obligations. It isn't trivialities or insecurities.
Life is an ocean. A sea. I am on a ship with my crew of friends. The briny sea splashes in our faces, the wind in our salt-kissed hair. I can SMELL the sea. I can SMELL plunder. I can SMELL the fat merchant in his Caravel. And I can nod to my mates. And they can hoist the black flag.
And I can draw my flintlock with one hand and put the other on my sabre hilt as we close to board.
And as the Sun God watches, I can smell merchant-fear. But he need not fear me if he's willing to part with his valuables.
And we set sail, not having had to spill blood. We make for a foreign port somewhere exotic. Jade and spice and little tortoise shell combs, broken on the dirt path to the makeshift agorae...everyone else walks by the little combs, but I always like to notice. I like to give them just a bit of my attention.
And I know, the whole time. The Sun watched. I don't take a bow to the Sun, because it knows I don't enjoy gladhanding after the performance. It was there. It beheld what I beheld. That's the only thing that matters.
All I need is the Sun and a sabre of some kind...it doesn't have to be physical.
I'm not going to say all else is vanity... it isn't. Many things are indeed meaningful.
But the sun reminds me WHAT LIFE IS
The Sun has been around for a very long time. Eons.
The least we can do is give thanks and pray for the Vitamin D and the anti-microbial power. The least I can do is pray and worship Sol Invictus. Ra. Helios. The least I can do is make things interesting for the Sun God sometimes as it bears out its eternity. Is eternity a heaven or a hell for the Sun? I don’t know, but it can at least watch me do cool weird shit for awhile.
It is the infinite giver of life. Without it nothing would grow.
No one worships the Sun God anymore. But I do
and I think someday when the world collapses under the strain of humanity...
those that survive will worship the Sun again. Until they too get arrogant and complacent and take it for granted. Even then, someone still will. I like to think that. My descendants, maybe…
How fucking fat is your bong
god bless
Insanely insightful yet hilarious mucho gracias