Notes: (Nods in satisfaction) One hundred words exactly.
The sun declines all comfort--provides none. It goes its own way and accomplishes self-assigned duties for its own reasons. Some organisms learn to take advantage. That's right and good; everything should create itself strong. It's not the sun's doing. Rainforests may exist, but so do deserts.
It's safe to be known as the sun. Just let no one know despairing kindness and cheerful ruthlessness connected only by the shadowy line of a smile, a bad joke, know that Two-faced Three-eyes, dead-eyed distant man-in-the-moon, sets the rivets to heaven and kindles the stars.
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