The Sun is a star. The nearest one. The warmth you feel on your face is not like starlight — it is starlight, crossing ninety-three million miles of empty space to land on skin made of older stars.

That light left the Sun's surface about eight minutes and twenty seconds ago. But before that, it spent an unimaginably long time — tens of thousands of years — working its way out from the core, where fusion had just made it, colliding and scattering the whole way up.

So the warmth arriving now began its journey before there were cities, before there was writing. Eternal sunshine is eternal starlight. It always was.

Here is the truth the deficit story misses: the light is already in you. It always was.

Brighter days are not a repair. They are better conditions for a light that was always there — not a better you, better surroundings.

The light was always yours. The sky was in the way. We are here to clear it.