I was being a lazy parent labor day
and my son was watching a show on Netflix called Ask The StoryBots.
The premise for the show is a child
asks a question like “how does a plane fly?” and the story bots do the research
leg work to come up with an answer. Like the four forces of lift, drag, thrust
and weight, all with musical and comedy interludes designed to delight your
child and give you an opportunity to make dinner.
The show my child watched had the
question “How does
night happen?” Which, to make a long story short, leads us to the sun and
the revolving/rotating earth for our answer.
Funny thing happened with the sun.
1. He coughed up a solar flare. I don't care who you are, that is funny.
2. He said “only six billion years till I
retire.”
So the sun, the source of
everything we kooky humans need, the source for our entire solar system, will
go out. Die.
Funnier thing, we humans don’t die.
Just seems so cheap to me
sometimes. So very cheap to avoid the truth of death and finitude. Correction: cheapening. Denying death cheapens our lives.
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