Also you are a fool to seek the kind of art you don’t like. You are a fool to read classics because you are told to and not because you like them. You are a fool to aspire to good taste if you haven’t naturally got it. If there is one place where it is idiotic to sham it is before a work of art.
The sun is the society. The moon is your inner conscience. And the stars are the people of the world.
Are you ready?
So, the sun warms up the stars, but only half the time, they think they need the sun, but they don’t, the stars are perfectly fine not being regenerated by the sun daily. They don’t need that intake. The sun burns the stars some days, some days the stars get cold and don’t know what to do without the sun because societies whisper is so damn strong. The moon is your inner conscience, it gleams at night, which is the only time we, the people, really do spend alone with ourselves to think, if you think about it. And the moon will never compare to the sun, the moon will never make us feel the same way, and not everyone wants to gleam when they can shine, I suppose.