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I know what you're thinking. Ryan, this is just a bright-ass picture of the sun on a sunny day, what's so special about that? Well let me wax philosophical for a moment and I'll tell you (it's been an existential day, I'm sorry). THE SUN. WHO LIGHTS OUR EARTH. The reason we can see. We've never really seen it. We see its effects, and we see it peripherally, but we cannot look directly at the thing itself without it taking away our sense which perceives its effects. Kind of like how art operates sometimes. Showing us bits and pieces of a thing through metaphors and symbols, leading us to make our own conclusions about the world and how it works. Sparking our imaginations and suspending our sense of disbelief. Perhaps this is why it is so hard for many people to watch pure naturalism, or certain theatre of cruelty, Brechtian, 4th-wall-shattering productions. They aim to make us look at the actual thing in front of us. They remind us we are here in a theatre, or that we are in a world that is not as ideal or dramatic as we would like. Sometimes they get really close to achieving their goal. But is it possible for this art to really show us what is there at the heart of it all, what the essence of a thing is? Probably not, but we aren't going to stop trying anytime soon.