what's this fascination with the sun. an absolute birthplace. as Prof. Brian Cox puts it, we are all made up of stars. we are all stardust. remnants of solar flares rippling across gas giants.
this little mexican knobhead (a term i used affectionately) is what i carry with me, wherever i go. along with a lot of memories; of the sun. i got this at Teotihuacan (Mexico). a place of worship for the sun. the mother star. a places where our 'physicality' was born.
i guess we still worship the stars. albeit a different kind.
perhaps where our 'personality' is born.