I really hate snake oil, which is also referred to as cow droppings out in Rural America.
LSP – A super massive star teetering on the edge of collapse? I know this is an astrology post but my mind goes to Washington DC, curiously.
If Irish Bob was to be elected, there would be people outside of the White House with torches, staves and pitchforks. I think that things are going along well in the Age of Trump. What is there to complain about other than fake news, the climate change hoax and the fraudulent Russia Collusion affair (which is to say, the same thing)?
It’s easier to just say that as things get smaller, many of the laws that we’re comfortable with that explain the universe break down and things get really weird. Neutrons (and all particles of their class) are made up of still smaller particles that we know a little bit about – but not that much. And there’s a super massive star a long way away made up of something – and it may or may not be neutrons.
But the only place that atoms heavier than Iron are made are inside of those weird, super massive stars. And sometimes they collide and spew that heavy metal out. Think of that the next time you look at a chunk of gold.
Nobody really understands it. It’s strange matter and weird science. We’re lucky to live on a rock that’s not too hot and not too cold near a star that is stable and that we have a moon at just the right mass and distance to churn up the molten core of the planet so that tectonic plates an float on the magma and give us a way to subduct carbon rather than keeping it in the atmosphere.
But apparently after 3.5 billion years, because of cow farts and backyard BBQ’s, it’s broken now and we only have 10 years left to live. Sic transit gloria mundi.
P. S. – Al Gore said that we had ten years left to live, thirteen years ago. Somehow the liberal forgot that.
Then our hearts combined like
A neutron star collision
And that’s about the limit of my neutronic knowledge.
Is that a haiku? I know that some things are haikus and some are not, thus endeth my understanding of the essence of art philosophy, which is a beautiful thing. If a guy was trying to write the same thing he’d use mathematics and would say that the, ‘angle of the dangle is equal to the heat of the meat.’ But (people who self-identify as) guys are like that…simple souls. Food, sex, sleep and adrenaline :^/
If you don’t look into the sky and say, “how great Thou art,” I think that you’re missing something.