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Finding the Sun

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Humans generally follow the same schedule. 
We generally wake up in the morning and go to bed in the evening.
Is there perhaps a force that propels us to do this? 
Are we governed by a rule of law that requires our getting up every morning?
In the ancient days, the Egyptians believed that they were drawn by the force of light. 
This force could only be spelt out as the sun. The sun is a massive force that disseminates energy that curls us out of bed. It is the main natural source of energy, vitamin D and light. 
All this adds up to the reason, why our brain's are designed to alert us into waking up in the morning. The need to find these main useful contents should ultimately, make us sought after the sun.
It shoots up in an amazing way, it's flames firing up to illuminate the world. 
We could perhaps, take hold of these brightness and save up on the billed electricity. The warmth it brings, engulfs our houses and by setting up solar panels we could tap into this massive free parcel of energy. 
Maybe, we wouldn't pay so much hospital bills, if only, we would sprawl ourselves in the sun and let the vitamins sip in through our paralyzed cold bodies!
Be careful though, it can burn! Yes, the sun could act as your inexpensive water heater! Instead of spending money that your trying to save, why not live a sustainable life?

It's easy, let's go out and find the sun!

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  1. Lesson learned, important free resource right thea.good work!

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