Have you ever heard the story of the glowing planet?
Some thought that it was a wandering star with gigantic craters, that revealed the light at its innermost core.
Others assumed that its shell had cracked and searing lava was making its way across the surface; always flowing, always glowing.
There were scientists that hypothesised about burning gas pits or bioluminesent monsters roaming the planet’s rocky exterior.
And then there were the poets and the dreamers, who pondered that maybe, just maybe, the planet was at the middle of its own infinitesimal galaxy, drawing in tiny stars and gathering their beauty in fiery clusters.
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But only some of the bravest explorers, brazen enough to get too close, could ever ascertain the truth behind the sparkling planet.
Could see that for all the assumptions of bioluminescence it wasn't the indwelling creatures that lightened up the vast darkness surrounding them, but that they had caught the lights;
perhaps the radiant sunlight of their solar system itself or maybe the electric currents crackling in their atmosphere.
The explorers bemoaned that these creatures might never know the beauty that their masterpiece had gifted to the universe.
But when the speckled lights reflected in the many eyes of the species passing through the void, the younglings excitedly pointing to the shapes they thought to see in them, or a lost ship was able to resume its route because of this landmark, they knew, the galaxy was richer for it.
- A love letter to Planet Earth
