It's friggin' pretty. Reminds me of an old Irish blogger's poem:
When the sun that now holds his bright path o'er the mountains
Forgets the green fields that he smiled on before,
When no moonlight shall sleep on thy lakes and thy fountains -
Oh, then, dearest Erin, I'll love thee no more!
You guessed it, that's J.J. Callanan, the early 19th century Gaelic balladeer that made Yeats look like a stuttering buffoon. J.J. caught a touch of the tuberc' and kicked at the tender age of 34, whenceupon his stanzas went straight viral. His passing might be looked on as a blessing, as the Great Famine was right around the corner. He would have hated that.
If we dig into J.J.'s words for a moment, we see the theme of sustainability - the everlasting nature of life's cycles, and the author's ne'er-dying passion for Erin, presumably the secretary in his office. Just like the sun's always gonna keep shining, and the moon's gonna keep reflecting the sun's light thanks to the opposition effect and even despite its low albedo, ol' J.J.'s gonna keep texting Erin nonsense like "ur hair looked super cute today, wut color is it red or orange lol".
Isn't our world cool-looking? Should we save it? If you think so, go to File -> Save. I have to imagine that's what it's there for.
This shot took like four and a half billion years to get right.
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