I sometimes look at creatures and pause for a moment to consider the fact of nothing came something, that billions of years ago there was an explosion of stardust and over a relatively short amount of time gravitational collapse and thermonuclear fusion got the solar system going, and then accretion, colliding mass like ships in the night, forming some bonds that lasted and led to more bonds and more build-up until the heavies near the middle and gorgeous gases on the outskirts, until eventually the stars aligned for one little spot in the (known) universe and brought about the spark of life and the elements it needed to survive, thrive, and stretch its evolutionary legs in search of the bigger and the better, splitting one to two to four to billions and branching off when the old ways were not as efficient and there was opportunity for growth beyond the confines of the sea, the land, the air, leading not to the greatest of any one thing but to more life than my glorified brain can fathom and to the inevitable:
“Eventually, helium in the core will exhaust itself at a much faster rate than the hydrogen, and the Sun’s helium burning phase will be but a fraction of the time compared to the hydrogen burning phase. The Sun is not massive enough to commence fusion of heavier elements, and nuclear reactions in the core will dwindle. Its outer layers will fall away into space, leaving a white dwarf, an extraordinarily dense object, half the original mass of the Sun but only the size of the Earth. The ejected outer layers will form what is known as a planetary nebula, returning some of the material that formed the Sun to the interstellar medium.”
And the scattered remains of all of us with it. Fucking beautiful.
I sometimes look at creatures and pause for a moment to consider the fact of nothing came something, that billions of years ago there was an explosion of stardust and over a relatively short amount of time gravitational collapse and thermonuclear fusion got the solar system going, and then accretion, colliding mass like ships in the night, forming some bonds that lasted and led to more bonds and more build-up until the heavies near the middle and gorgeous gases on the outskirts, until eventually the stars aligned for one little spot in the (known) universe and brought about the spark of life and the elements it needed to survive, thrive, and stretch its evolutionary legs in search of the bigger and the better, splitting one to two to four to billions and branching off when the old ways were not as efficient and there was opportunity for growth beyond the confines of the sea, the land, the air, leading not to the greatest of any one thing but to more life than my glorified brain can fathom and to the inevitable:
“Eventually, helium in the core will exhaust itself at a much faster rate than the hydrogen, and the Sun’s helium burning phase will be but a fraction of the time compared to the hydrogen burning phase. The Sun is not massive enough to commence fusion of heavier elements, and nuclear reactions in the core will dwindle. Its outer layers will fall away into space, leaving a white dwarf, an extraordinarily dense object, half the original mass of the Sun but only the size of the Earth. The ejected outer layers will form what is known as a planetary nebula, returning some of the material that formed the Sun to the interstellar medium.”
And the scattered remains of all of us with it. Fucking beautiful.
