Is today’s sunlight same as yesterday’s?
Kind of brain-scraping when you think about it. There’s nothing intrinsically different, in the sense that they’re all made of the same ‘stuff’ – electromagnetic radiation from the sun. Which would make sunlight truly egalitarian – to kings and beggars, sunshine is sunshine.
Life has been shitty lately. Supposedly one could sometimes reach out to their mothers for consolation, so I tried just that. She told me that all my woes are punishment for a heathen life, should I give prayers to the powers that be, however, all will be well.
Right, mother, but I ain’t kneeling to fat magic fairies or ghosts from the sixth dimension.
If I must worship something, it might as well be the sun. Sol Invictus, bless me with the power of photosynthesis.
Not all Solar deities get happy endings, however.
In Chinese mythology, there were once ten suns, playful golden ravens who one day decided to come out and play together in the sky. Then some dude shot nine of them with arrows.
The Nordic sun goddess, Sól, is locked in perpetual flight from the dreaded warg Sköll, son of Fenrir, and she and her Brother máni the Moon are destined to be devoured during the events of Ragnarök.
Bila of the Adnyamathanha was a cannibal and sunlight was the fire upon which she roasted her victims. For this crime, she was hunted by a race of magical lizard people.
Apollo did quite well as the sun god for the Greeks, but he had a pretty miserable love life. Daphne would rather turn into a tree than hook up with him. Coronis cheated on him while pregnant and was the killed by his sister. Cassandra, princess of Troy, catfished him, so he cursed her prophecies to go forever unheeded.
The Hindu solar deity Surya, “eye of the universe, soul of all existence, origin of all life”, nevertheless had a bastard child Karna, born with the might of a god but not the status, who was defeated unjustly by an inferior opponent.
Or perhaps Rê would sustain me? Like the Pharaohs of old.
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
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