Socratic method

Compare us to the sun,
I ask you. You say:
We are small and pale,
imperfect and lacking luster, we mean
nothing. It is magnificent
and marvelous, brilliant and
with beauty transendent. It is
all the wonderful words in every
fragrant language that carry
positive connotations.

I answer: You disappoint me, my friend.
Though the sun may be large enough
to hold trillions of humans, a number
too great for anyone to ever want
to comprehend, a soul can encompass
that number of suns and ten trillion
more.
One cannot see it, but that is how
we can be sure it's there.
It cannot be defined, unless you care
to assemble every word uttered
by every speaker
in every tongue. Even if you do,
you will still come up short. Tell me...
can the sun sing?