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256 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 2024
Sunrise is the child of sunset. Without the setting sun, dawn could never be born. Sunset is always trying to tell us this: "I've grown weary. You mustn't stare at me so. You mustn't love me. I am not long for this world. But tomorrow morning, in the eastern sky, a new sun will be born. Promise me you will be his friends and companion. I've brought him up with tender care. He's a fine, healthy child — so plump and round."
When sunset makes this appeal to you, my friends, can you revile him with a mocking sneer, calling him sick or decadent? The bully who steps boldly forward with folded arms and a ready "Of course I can" is the biggest asshole alive. Fools like you just make this world all the harder to live in.
Forgive me. That was uncalled for.