Its called reality and it doesn't matter who takes the sun and turns it into a Picasso or a divan or a paring knife, its still the sun. I can see it, feel its warmth on my skin, it tans me, it causes my plants to produce via photosynthesis, etc.

You can call it what you want, but the truth is what it is. I'm just presenting it to you. You don't have to believe it and in Casey's case (no pun intended, Casey) she chooses to ignore it, so I'm OK with that.

You won't find me complaining about someone else being wrong. That's what freewill is all about.
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Aarikja Ann