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My Neurotransmitters are Reacting to the Infrared

April 21st, 2017 by G.

The sun is warm, and very air feel soft between my fingers and I am at peace… until I reflect that ‘really’ the sun is merely a ball of incandescent gas

-thus Bruce C., in mid-season form.

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April 21st, 2017 05:19:40
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They Might Be Giants
April 21, 2017

The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees
Yo ho it’s hot, the sun is not a place where we could live
But here on earth there’d be no life without the light it gives

We need its light, we need its heat, we need its energy
Without the sun, without a doubt, there’d be no you and me

The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees

The sun is hot
It is so hot that everything on it is a gas
Iron, copper, aluminum and many others
The sun is large
If the sun were hollow, a million earths could fit inside
And yet the sun is still only a middle-sized star

The sun is far away
About 93, 000, 000 miles away, and that’s why it looks so small
And even when it’s out of sight, the sun shines night and day

The sun gives heat, the sun gives light, the sunlight that we see
The sunlight comes from our own sun’s atomic energy

Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine
The heat and light of the sun come from the nuclear reactions
Of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen and helium

The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees


Bookslinger
April 21, 2017

“The purpose of the universe is to turn hydrogen into people.”

I don’t know who said that first. I heard it from a friend.


They Might Be Giants 2009
April 21, 2017

The sun is a miasma
Of incandescent plasma
The sun’s not simply made out of gas
No, no, no
The sun is a quagmire
It’s not made of fire
Forget what you’ve been told in the past

(Plasma!) Electrons are free
(Plasma!) A fourth state of matter
Not gas, not liquid, not solid
Ooh!

The sun is no red dwarf
I hope it never morphs
Into some supernova’d collapsed orb
Orb, orb, orb
The sun is a miasma
Of incandescent plasma
I forget what I was told by myself
Elf, elf, elf

(Plasma!) Electrons are free
(Plasma!) A fourth state of matter
Not gas, not liquid, not solid

(Plasma!) Forget that song
(Plasma!) They got it wrong
That thesis has been rendered invalid

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