I owe you guys some catch-up posts. I promised one about the time last year I failed to get recruited into a cult, and it’s been almost exactly a year since then (it was at Burning Man) so I really need to pony up. Our first day out in the playa we ran into a scale model of the solar system. Well, we ran into Jupiter, I guess technically the whole site was the model. Uranus was out by the trash fence and of course that leads one to think…. “what’s at the Sun?”
This is a beautiful yet sad story. I wish you'd publish it somewhere where more people could read it.