The Shadow
The tangible and biological human body is ,yes, a temple of the realm of God.
The sun is the light of that God that casts warmth upon us yet casts a facade.
That silhouette is the represent of our darkness within, the drive we have as humans to sin. Not by elect , but that little voice will always be there till our very end.
The shadow knows where our mind goes to a place where the heart would rather avoid. And we know if we go there we'll be rather annoyed, not only from within but for the spirit we've employed.
So what shall we do in this life of ours, when we can't focus on the shadow and we can't stare at that star, somewhere in the middle, it's choice and only choice, that defines who we are.
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