I also wondered
why we call them sunsets,
when the sun is clearly
not the one who is setting.
put yourself in the sun's shoes.
the sun can't set of it's own accord.
the sun doesn't realise it's
making those pinks, purples and oranges
on the horizon.
the sun doesn't know what
a horizon is.
we human beings create all of this.
the human mind makes
the horizon
and then it makes the sun
set on it.
those pinks, purples and oranges
are forged inside your eyes.
next time you see a sunset,
tell yourself:
'it is me who is setting the sun.
the sun is setting
and I am the one who is
doing it.'
feels good, doesn't it?
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 5:49 AM UTC
I also wondered
why we call them sunsets,
when the sun is clearly
not the one who is setting.
put yourself in the sun's shoes.
the sun can't set of it's own accord.
the sun doesn't realise it's
making those pinks, purples and oranges
on the horizon.
the sun doesn't know what
a horizon is.
we human beings create all of this.
the human mind makes
the horizon
and then it makes the sun
set on it.
those pinks, purples and oranges
are forged inside your eyes.
next time you see a sunset,
tell yourself:
'it is me who is setting the sun.
the sun is setting
and I am the one who is
doing it.'
feels good, doesn't it?
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