To whom it may concern,
I do not wonder why people worship the sun. It is dependable and inexplicable, prominent and subtle. I can see the sun, sort of. It will hurt me if I look at it too closely but it is better to know by its light I can see everything else. A Lightbulb is a little sun in a way, but they do not travel across the sky for their own interests. A lightbulb, even one as bright as the sun, follows instructions. So we can admire a lightbulb for what it does, but we have to despise it for what it is. People do not worship lightbulbs. If the sun did not rise we would freeze. If the sun did not set we would burn. Eternal twilight would be the most dangerous of all because it is pleasant. In this world the sun always rises and sets, but it is a world where I can eat my own words and grow fat, and know I am trapped in a moving painting.
Memory is essential, and deadly. I could build a temple of memories, and with enough resolution I might think it was you, but it would be a mistake, a lie, a tomb. Using memory like that, I would trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday. I don’t know who brokers those trades, but if I took the deal I think I would be singing a sad song too. I don’t want to worship the sun. I don’t want to be a lightbulb. I don’t want to live in a painting. I don’t want to have just a memory. It is better to be with you, and burn all of my yesterdays and all of my tomorrows, to watch the flames dance in your eyes, to be awake, aware, alive, now.
As always,
Matthew Cameron
Matthew Cameron 
To whom it may concern,
I do not wonder why people worship the sun. It is dependable and inexplicable, prominent and subtle. I can see the sun, sort of. It will hurt me if I look at it too closely but it is better to know by its light I can see everything else. A Lightbulb is a little sun in a way, but they do not travel across the sky for their own interests. A lightbulb, even one as bright as the sun, follows instructions. So we can admire a lightbulb for what it does, but we have to despise it for what it is. People do not worship lightbulbs. If the sun did not rise we would freeze. If the sun did not set we would burn. Eternal twilight would be the most dangerous of all because it is pleasant. In this world the sun always rises and sets, but it is a world where I can eat my own words and grow fat, and know I am trapped in a moving painting.
Memory is essential, and deadly. I could build a temple of memories, and with enough resolution I might think it was you, but it would be a mistake, a lie, a tomb. Using memory like that, I would trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday. I don’t know who brokers those trades, but if I took the deal I think I would be singing a sad song too. I don’t want to worship the sun. I don’t want to be a lightbulb. I don’t want to live in a painting. I don’t want to have just a memory. It is better to be with you, and burn all of my yesterdays and all of my tomorrows, to watch the flames dance in your eyes, to be awake, aware, alive, now.
As always,
Matthew Cameron
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