If the sun and the 1/r gravitational potential wouldn't exist, we couldn't have a well known cyclicity, i.e. the day/night and winter/summer ones, injecting a sense of recursion and time.
One's life spanning would be a one shot one kill, one single day of growing and withering. No learning from mistakes and no retractations of previous statements.
Life is not that linear, thou, and my dayly struggle against the sinusoidal role reprising game is killing me.
Yesterday, meaning really early this morning, I wrote something on this very blog about thinking while not thinking and shit. I was damn tired and what I did ended up basically fucked up. And still I believe I have put in words something worth, even if I wouldn't publish it again in a sober state of mind.
Why? Because fuck you, that's why!
Because you don't really need an excuse to execute your own values, beheading the warnings you are heading to yourself.
There can't be regret if someone doesn't get the misspelled and misplaced soft spot I'm always showing.
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