When it’s unfortunate enough to be Pluto.
Of all the things I learned about science growing up, there are very few things I remember besides the simple fact that there are 9 planets in our solar system. I’m not sure I even could name them — but the number 9 has really stuck.
Now, I learn that there really are only 8 planets in our solar system. If Pluto is not really a planet, what’s next? Is Pepsi not really a soft drink? Is basketball not really a sport? Is Pride and Prejudice not really a book?
Needless to say, this news has changed something in my little world. I’m not sure what, but something has changed.
Maybe knowing whether or not I’m really buying a house in 27 days will help me sort out these planetary problems.
Still waiting . . .
That’s deep. Reminds me of that one quote by… wait, that’s not really a quote. Nevermind.
The issue is even more complicated than it initially seems. However you define planet, there really aren’t 9. Either there are 8, or there are around 60. My grammar school science education is outdated however the committee ruled.
Will somebody let me know when they change the rule on semi-colons?
Oh, the slippery nature of reality and experience and interpretation of these…
You bring up a very post-modern issue… what is truth?