My Son

Try not to stare into the sun, young man, the glory and the beauty of the sun. Heaven’s too hot, your eyes will burn, and you will lose your way. My boy, my child, please hear, the sun shows you the path that you must walk, but if you gaze into its bright and healthy light, you’ll make the whole world dark. You will not see the ditch, nor the lion crouching low; you will not know my face nor where you go.

I know, for I myself was once as young as you, but now I am half blind.