Is Pluto a planet or not?
Who cares what Pluto is? It is what it is, and whatever we humans say about it doesn’t change shit about what Pluto is.
Did the planet ask to be named “Pluto” or whatever? Hell no! So that’s on us. That’s our confusion, that’s NASA’s confusion.
I haven’t written in a days. I have been battling the question: to write or not to write? And to be honest with you, I haven’t really found any tangible answer. But here I am.
So why am I writing? Because I love WordPress so much? Or because I get paid to write? I don’t know! Or maybe I just need to rant. Maybe I’m frustrated. Maybe life is frustrating.
Maybe I just need to keep listening to Castle On The Hill by you know who, and Ride by Twenty One Pilots. Pluto is enjoying it’s ride around the sun, so why don’t I enjoy some good music too, right?
Really, have you ever wondered how planets feel? Massive, scary bodies orbiting the sun. Do they feel like gods or are they lonely? Do they feel abandoned, devoid of life? Do they envy Earth? And why is Earth so different and full of funny beings? Are we alone?
Are we alone?
Thanks for reading, friends.