(The reflected light of the stars behind the sun burn up in its furnace to make this new yellow twinkling at the edge of the corona.
There are difficult matters of scale. The scientists are demonstrating certain powerful facts about the tumult of swirls spinning in to the center.
Everywhere you look are storms, always jostling like new buds in springtime. This is what it feels like when everything gets hot. The blast furnace of rage becomes the new delight and whirlwinds beat against each other into bigger and better turmoils, and even these are everyday.
What the scientists are trying to show us, through these slow gyrations, is the motion of our home star: The jump cuts highlight only the vital stream to be scanned frame by frame by other scientists in answer to a million questions.
Our scientists are all becoming experts on storms.
In the yellow spectrum, the sun is shooting missiles into space. Gamma-Rays perhaps? Is the sun a great cannon firing volleys at random into the void? Why? Look at the great storm of light swinging to the center. SHOW ME THE THING I AM HERE TO SEE!!!
It is the blue sun that burns in the familiar manner, waving little ribbons of flame like a burning coal. That is what I'd dreamt the sun was.
IN FACT, the future is being born. Perhaps these yellow bullets are the stuff of life itself and once they hit, we are all transformed like in 2001: A Space Oddysey. Perhaps by the random factors of chance, this planet was bombarded with such radiation and the result was
catastrophic evolution
The burning brick of ice above amalgamates the barrow downs rich plover crab trees red with fangs azure sun unmask me yellow the wanton sky still green with clouds still orange with rain streetlights purple as blood )