The Dose #43
Creation, Validation and Inspiration: Part 5
ENERGY PRODUCTION IN THE SUN OR:
“MY WORDS FLY UP, MY THOUGHTS REMAIN BELOW… WORDS WITHOUT THOUGHTS NEVER TO HEAVEN GO.”
We’re all familiar with Einstein’s famous equation, E=Mc2 (Energy equals Mass multiplied by the speed of light, squared). What does that really mean to a creative?
Over simplified, energy production in the Sun can be viewed in two functional segments:
1. The Core
Within the Sun’s core, hydrogen fusion is taking place at the rate of about 3 trillion hydrogen bombs exploding per second. That’s a lot of energy folks; or metaphorically, a lot of creative output.
2. The Envelope
The envelope of the sun comprises most of its mass. So massive that the force of pressure bearing down on the core contains the force of hydrogen fusion (remember: 3 TRILLION hydrogen bombs per second!) and keeps the core operating as a functional unit. Or metaphorically, I like to call the envelope, “pragmatism.”
For heat and light to reach us here on Earth, to warm us and grow food, to make possible the creation of life itself, as we know it, both the core and the envelope of the Sun need to work in harmony to make this possible.
But in the end, in the act of creation, the core doesn’t give a flying rat’s ass about the envelope. The core just explodes exponentially and creates an unfathomable amount of energy and output. What the envelope does with that is the envelope’s business. The core does not concern itself with pragmatism or small-minded protectionist philosophies as it furiously fuses hydrogen atoms.
The core doesn’t give a fuck about not being hurt or disappointed, or what is possible and what isn’t, or what it thinks it can do or can’t, or whether it’s worthy enough to do the job in the first place. It does not “aim for the middle”. It just does the job.
It just creates. It projects it’s output into the Universe.
Like grinding out a blog a day for 365 straight days.
“You may shoot for the stars and end up in a back alley behind Pluto, beaten and bloodied, but at least I dare to dream, and that’s better than being Earthbound, mired in the muck of mediocrity.
I judge my forward progress and success by the crushingly epic nature of my failures.
The more epic the crash, the more I’m convinced I must be doing something right”
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COLONEL BEAUREGARD “IRON THIGHS” JEFFERSON, A.K.A. “THE MANAGEMENT”