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New readers are often surprised that The Sun has been around for eighteen years. It’s unusual for a small magazine to survive this long; some would call it a miracle.​

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It was a busy morning. I didn’t know what to do first: finish the essay I was writing, or lay out the next issue, or answer an irate reader who couldn’t believe how insensitive I was.

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The Sufis enjoy telling stories about an enigmatic character named Nasrudin. In one of my favorites, Nasrudin decides to start a flower garden. He prepares the soil carefully, plants the seeds. But when his flowers come up, they’re overrun by dandelions. After trying every method he can think of to get rid of them, he finally walks to the capital to speak to the royal gardener. The wise old man suggests a variety of remedies to get rid of the dandelions, but Nasrudin has tried them all. They sit together in silence for some time. Finally, the royal gardener looks at Nasrudin and says, “Well, I suggest you learn to love them.”

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The Sun was rebuked last year by the National Endowment for the Arts. In turning down our application for a grant, the NEA panel said the writing in The Sun was “too confessional, too therapeutic.” The Readers Write section, it said, seemed especially out of place; writing like that “isn’t really literature.”

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When The Sun turned twenty-five in January, I recalled something the great spiritual teacher Kris…

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A man wrote recently to ask if I was thinking of retiring. After twenty-six years as editor of this magazine, he wondered, wasn’t I ready for something else? If so, he was offering himself as my replacement. He didn’t really know what to make of The Sun, he admitted. The editorial content didn’t appeal to him, and he couldn’t imagine why there was no advertising. But the idea magazine of running a magazine intrigued him.

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When a friend returned from a meditation retreat shortly after the September 11 terrorist attacks, she told me something her teacher had said: “Every time you inhale, imagine it’s the first breath you’ve ever taken. Every time you exhale, imagine it’s the last breath you’ll ever take.”