Our proximate star isn't scheduled to illuminate my locale until 5:31 AM EST. It is still dark here (except for the moon) yet precisely six minutes ago (4:38 AM) at least five distinct species of non-domestic birds simultaneously began vocalization.
I wonder what they know that we don't?
Just looking at the word "sun" a moment ago, I realized the word has become a symbol. My brain has neatly categorized the concept of "sun" and, during conscious normal waking hours, simply references — and dismisses — the reality, using this abstract linguistic representation. It's become the Crayola Yellow bisected semicircle in the upper right corner of a third grader's drawing.
Forgetting this astonishing and terrifying hydrogen fusion reactor is seven minutes away by light particle as our watery sphere cracks the whip through a sub-zero vacuum at 18.5 miles per second.
I've been taking my life for granted.
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