to me, I want to be where you are, said the Earth to the Sun.

You revolve around me, the Sun reminded the Earth.

I am trying to run to you, the Earth said, but I just go around in circles, year after year. I want to join you and share your warmth, the endless nuclear fuel nourishing you.

Not now, the Sun replied, you are not ready. You must keep producing life with the warmth I give you, and when there is enough life, then you too can be at the center of things, and enjoy all the warmth and illumination you want. But for now I want you to grow so many flowers that the air is thick with their intoxicating fragrance.

If you promise to do this, the food and medicine will fall from the sky.

Otherwise, I will take