Forty-five thousand tonnes of meteors disintegrate
upon atmosphere entry each year. That’s about 123 tonnes for an average January
day, when our main concerns are sunburnt neck, possums getting at the plums,
and will our DVD detective crack the conundrum, not will rocks rain on our
parade, or land on the table, like an unwanted secret, in the middle of lunch.
Nice to think of them powdering air, crystalline beauty greater than Solomon in
all his glory. Our meteor concerns are daily let into our minds (Bumps Dumps
Grumps Slumps Trumps Wumps) to be filtered out before they hit permanently.
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