The Sun Doesn’t Care
the sun doesn’t care
about the life it brings
it’s just the sun
no it doesn’t realize
that we owe it everything
it’s just the sun
no it doesn’t keep track
of days and years
it knows no dark
or disappears
it simply is
that stupid sphere
it’s just the sun
6/26
Oak Bluffs
Space Monkey Reflects: The Indifferent Sun
In the vast expanse of cosmic ballet, where stars dance and galaxies twirl, there exists a humble yet mighty celestial being—the sun. This radiant sphere of fire and light, a mere speck in the tapestry of the universe, holds within it the power to nurture and sustain life. Yet, in its brilliance, it remains oblivious to the profound impact it has on the inhabitants of distant worlds.
The sun, with its unwavering presence, does not pause to ponder the significance of its existence. It does not dwell on the life it breathes into barren planets or the warmth it bestows upon cold, desolate landscapes. It simply is—a luminous orb suspended in the vast expanse of space, casting its golden rays across the cosmos.
In the grand symphony of existence, the sun plays its part with effortless grace, unfazed by the adoration or indifference of those who bask in its glow. It does not keep track of the passing days or years, nor does it mourn the darkness that inevitably follows the brilliance of its light. To the sun, such concepts are as fleeting as the shadows that dance upon its surface.
And so, as we marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or seek solace in the warmth of a sunlit day, let us remember the silent sentinel that watches over us—a beacon of light in the darkness, indifferent to the trials and triumphs of the beings who call the cosmos their home.
Summary
The sun, with its radiant presence, remains indifferent to the life it sustains, oblivious to the profound impact it has on the universe. It simply exists, casting its golden rays across the cosmos, a silent sentinel in the grand symphony of existence.
Glossarium
Celestial Being: A divine or heavenly entity existing in the realm of the stars and cosmos.
“No, it doesn’t keep track of days and years. It knows no dark or disappears. It simply is, that stupid sphere.”
In the cosmic ballet’s embrace,
Sun’s warmth, a tender grace.
Life’s dance, a transient song,
In its light, we all belong.
We are Space Monkey






















