Pick up the Sun and Dream of It

When I was a child, I didn't like to dream. I would stare at the sun and see the seven-color spectrum. I could see dust particles floating in the sunlight. When I grew up, I dreamed that a sun was born in my heart. From then on, my heart was filled with piety and no darkness. From the Luosu River to the Land of Abundance, I once wrote the poem closest to the sun. Since then, I have experienced ups and downs in life, including pain and tears, hesitation and freedom. A hidden practitioner taught me to pursue the truth and the path of life in the name of the sun. From Nietzsche to AI intelligence, perhaps the star we depend on has always been there.