And so it was that he saw the sun in its rising, and the sun said, not in so many words or course, “Why do you look at me? Are you daft?”
Taken aback, as who wouldn’t be to hear from the sun, he replied, “I try not to look at you straight on, but only aim the camera your way in a feeble attempt to “capture” a beauty that is forever beyond mortal capturing.”
“You ARE daft,” replied the sun, not in so many words of course.
Undone by this blast of Cosmic Discouragement, he snapped the plastic lens cap where it belonged, and, head bowed in shame, slunk back to the house.
Next morning, however, there he was again, and there was the sun, caustic as ever.
Moral: Never look at the sun!