Modern astrophysics exists because a house fell on a teenage orphan.

Who as a result got adopted by a prince.

He got access to a royal lab for glassmaking.

Then he tried fixing color aberration in his microscope lenses.

Then he noticed the rainbow had holes in it. Huh.

Then he died. Glassmaking and tuberculosis are fast friends.

Then Bunsen invented his burner, which made spectra that matched the rainbow holes. Huh.

Now we know what stars and planetary atmospheres are made of!

And for trying to pull the group along, as futile as it may be.

I respect it. We need more of this.

So night is just really weak day

I should call her