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| I'll try and break your retinas, but I'm pretty. |
You go looking for something particular on the world wide webs and then you realise that time has no meaning and you are trapped in an endless loop of fucking sunsets and your brain spins out of control and then the top of your head explodes. And that usually means you fail to enjoy the rest of your day or the sunset.
So, sunsets. Pretty, idyllic, the romanticism of it all, yes, yes, but also staring at the sun tends to make you blind, so there's that. Watching the daily disappearance of the big bright yellow thing into the horizon from a pretty place is supposedly something you are required to do, or you are missing out. YOLO, and all that.
So apparently it's fine to watch the sun set, but staring directly at the sun anytime before sunset can permanently scar your retinas, the area at the back of your eye that is responsible for, you know, vision. And that would be a regretability.
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| I'll try and burn your eyeballs out. |
The sun doesn't really do close ups, does it? It does its best work, is at its most photogenic - its most photosynthetic? - as a sunset. It's all real pretty and you'll fall in love with it instantly in a serious way until it gets up into your face, and then it's all scary gases and fire and brimstone and 27 million degrees Fahrenheit.
Copernicus also overanalysed the sunset. He was the bloke who stared at it for so long that it eventually dawned on him that the sun wasn't moving at all; we were. And then he went with blind in all of his eyes so that wasn't so great for him.
Apparently the sunlight is very dim at sunset compared to the sunlight at noon so does little damage to your eyes, but why ruin a good yarn.
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