She is all countries, and I am all their rulers, and nothing else exists. Princes merely imitate us; compared to this, all glory is merely imitative of us too; and all wealth is false gold. You, sun, are almost half as happy as us, in that the world is contracted to this one bed, because you are so old you need rest, and as your task is to warm the world, that is done more easily as you only have to warm us. Shine on us here, and you are shining everywhere; this bed is the centre from which you shine (or the focal point on which you are concentrated) and these walls the boundary of your sphere of light (or the sphere of influence in which you operate.)