The Sun tries to print the truth. Not the news or the latest, but the truth, Mr. Truth, the Queen of All Our Dreams.
And it does. Not, for me, with every word or every story, but in every issue my mind is truly boggled by something in a way it was hungry for. The means used are interviews with people poetic and spiritual, stories about the mundane and exhilarating details of trying to live a good (not hedonistic—good) life, and the best quotations page I’ve ever seen.