Perspective
You cannot see through the blue-black haze of your distressed reality. The day is as long as you need it to be. Your world is whatever shape you perceive and for this you are pleased. The shape of all that is, is simply an unimportant factor that bears no weight on you or how you exist.
When the sun makes its long steady journey across the great expanse, it is unyielding in its path. Yet as the earth beneath your feet shakes as the continental plates crash into one another, it may seem that the sun is shaking in its seemingly fixed place in the cosmos. It is your sad and pathetic perspective which prevents you from knowing or pursuing the truth.
