Sun… Who is it? Sun is the one who irradiates warmth and transcendence. Warmth is poetic brilliance. Transcendence is imaginative luminance. Sun sees beyond its concept. Sun falls into the limitless lands of imagination, to be: Love. Or should I instead ask, what is it? What is the difference between me and nature? Am I nature or is nature in me? Perhaps, we should ask Huitzilopochtli, but as soon as I do I go blind. Too much war! How much more will we stand it? Perhaps, the sun is not there to be seen, but to be lived as fire within me. So I ask again, what is nature? If not, who am I in blindness? So in darkness, I may see again without light because the sun is within.