Sun Worship...(16/6)

I had a ritual habit when I was four or five years old. I worshipped the very bright sun...The ritual did not follow the traditional human approach. Instead of keeping a distance from the worshipping target, my way of approach is direct and intense. I felt that sunlight was strong and powerful, and how I respected the spirit was in fact to stare at the sun directly with my pair of little eyes. The process might last for perhaps ten to fifteen seconds, and then I closed my eyes immediately and tried my best to trace the black dots and small lines appearing and flowing inside the darkness I got. I repeated this for times before the sun really went down. There were a few 'insights' I got. I noticed that the sunlight was actually very bright and elegant. I found that darkness was not totally unreachable or a state of blindness. I had my eyes tightly shut but I still saw the world. This was perhaps the left-behind stimulation of sunlight onto my retina or eyelid, but I found it wonderful to play with. Indeed, the habit served as a psychological consultation to myself as I found in a certain extent a build up of confidence from the light I 'acquired' from the sun. This was childhood, a world where only a child would have and would enjoy having. I recalled this today only because I recognised 'consciously' again that the Parisians did the same thing as me. Paris, like many other European cities, enjoys a privilege of having four distinct seasons, and after the spring time which lasted a bit short this year, a mood of summer time arrived with the temperature, and the abundant sunlight changes the daily habit of the Parisians. I had at least two requests from my friends to change the venue of meeting place from the coffee shops to a shineable area, a change of life from the shadiness to exposure. I would be smiling when I see the people change their seat according to the orbit of the sun. All of them bring with their worshipping device in pairs in between their eyes and the sun. Is it an obsession or a demonstration of hedonism? Anyway, when a day goes, what leaves behind are only the moon and the river, Elvis.