What if you had your immortal body,
Not your present one that is shoddy.
I mean the one that can't be killed,
So going to the sun you won't be grilled.
How would it be to fly to the sun!
Wouldn't that be a lot of fun?
To pass through two million degrees in the corona
And not be blinded or even get glaucoma!
To fly through a solar prominence
Displaying your universe dominance,
And gaze upon the spectacles there
While hovering in the photosphere!
To see the ionized gas known as plasma
And breathe it in without getting asthma!
And see a coronal mass ejection,
All possible because of your resurrection!
(See 2 Timothy 1: 10)
:) human curiosity has no limits... ;) greetings from Italy
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The picture above is a coronal mass ejection (a solar flare) .