A sunny infusion

Icarus-Icarus set the solar wings to a steady flap-flap, slowly synchronizing with his heartbeat. As he drew closer to the fiery surface of the star, he pulled back the protective hood of his helmet and dipped the heat resistant spoon into a passing stellar eruption. It tasted like, metaphysically speaking - and this was the hard part of the simile to swallow - the tragicomic conclusion Oedipus' mum might reach after his filial cover was blown: too close to the son.