Goose pimples...red eyes...chipped nails...puffing and panting....looks like I ran miles to the east…before realising the Sun would rise from the west today. I guess he had a fight with his beloved and got off the wrong side of the bed. Why does she do this? Why doesn't she realise that it's not her alone that he belongs to. The Sun belongs to the world!
Little does one know that she is mad at him for kissing the earth and encouraging lovers to dream into the horizon, let alone allowing him to father the golden farms. No wonder his beloved spewed venom.
She always wondered why they never took a break? A retreat. Somewhere away from the maddening clutter of planets and moons. Someplace where they could be alone. She smiled at him and asked, "shall we go on a holiday?" He said.... "How can we??? Who'll take care of the earth....she won't breathe without me...she wouldn't live without me...she'll die. We have to think about all those lives."
No wonder his beloved fumed!
She asked him if he loved her and he said, "yes...more than the earth!" No wonder she got hurt. No wonder she fought. No wonder he got off the wrong side of the bed. No wonder he had to rise from the west and turn everything upside down.
(This is about personal lives of people who live for the world. For the world they are messiahs …)