As you see the sun uphold your own gaze, you can't help but look away. Keep staring into that hushed, blinding abyss and you lose what you had not but a second before. Macbeth had the "Milke of human-kindness" hidden within until he looked unto his wife, who prominently stripped it from him, same as Mrs. Dashwood completely swallowed whole any forgiving sense of charity in Mr. Dashwood upon "Sense and Sensibility". Don't look to the sun, nor hold it's tremorous gaze for these reasons. Greed makes us think past ourselves and into a part that you've never recognized. It bubbles towards fear and turmoil, yet you can't drive down this greed. Therefore, don't hold the gaze of the sun.
I was honestly just comparing some of my favorite literature and noticed a strange similarity