Spinning around and around for millions of years I know I saw two of them.
Trying over and over again, I only had two outcomes, done or incomplete.
Even if I did find gold at the end of a rainbow, how would I spend it?
Falling in love with a thousand women only to still be lonely.
I’m never satisfied.
Hungry people need food, so the sun’s rays create things from the bare ground to eat.
That sun has been doing the same thing for billons of years; therefore, I say, without it, life would be meaningless.
I'm certain that something divine must have put it there.
Each day I awake, I find a new purpose.
Trillions of stars in space with one purpose, and that’s to shine.
The purpose of the Sun
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