somewhere in our heads we think primitively about the sun.

part of us thinks it is taking a break when it sets. that it is a colder sun in winter, and it cranks up the knob in summer. that it burns. that it is a fire up above us.

even so, a little part of most of us knows that the sun is not on fire, that what seems like burning is actually a nuclear-fusion explosion in a celestial body so huge that its gravity keeps it self-contained and convecting.

a few of us even know that the sun is never above us, that it is always below us, at the bottom of our local gravity well. our words “below” and “above” were invented when space and time was misunderstood, and the inertia of our languages will always hamper our thinking.

there is also the matter of our brains, forged over millennia to meet survival challenges. the next time you see unexpected movement at the edge of your peripheral vision, “out of the corner of your eye” as we primitively put it, you will probably get a microjolt of fear until you are convinced you are not being threatened, and you may behave manically until your blood chemistry re-normalizes.

this is all part of your Great Human Adventure, at the most intimate level, you using your homefired primitive tools to make sophisticated sense out of the life you have, and making the life you have a better one through the thousands of decisions and choices and observations you make every day.

one word of exquisite usefulness I commend to your attention:

enjoyment.

en joy ment.

an involvement with J O Y.

friend, may you know it well, and have it well within you.