It is during one of the many failed attempts to attain freedom that I first begin to observe peculiarity.
It is my 11th year on the surface of the sun. Following the 10-year-old routine, I am flung into space by the sun’s rotation. I picture myself traveling through the dark world, stripping it of its darkness. Normally, the sun’s loyal magnetic field, constantly fueled by the gaseous core, guides me through a projectile motion. Accompanied by my future, I crash into the sun for the hundredth time, and the picture in my head crumbles to pieces.
Hinode JAXA/NASA. Plasma of the Sun. 2007. nasa.gov. Web. 29 Mar. 2017.
My usual routine goes for a toss when I feel myself stretching out into space instead of colliding head on with the sun. Earlier today, the magnetic field was thrown off balance by an abrupt increase in sun’s speed. In its attempt to attain stability, the fields opposed the motion, only to be swayed even more. Disturbed, it started moving away from the center, forming a soft arc to protect itself from the blazing heat. The heat around it doesn’t seem to be stopping it. If anything, it is only adding more speed to its determined motion. I sense the fierceness in the field as it nears the surface. With all the energy that I can muster, I leap out into space in an attempt to avoid its path. Too late. The moment the field breaks through the surface, I am flung into space with tremendous speed.
NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center/SDO. A Solar Eruption. 2012. nasa.gov. Web. 27 Apr. 2017.
Sensing the opportunity to escape, I put all my energy outwards and away from the sun, dragging the field along with me. I feel gravity pulling back every single particle in me. Determined not to give up, I stretch and stretch. Like a dangling chain, I move to and fro in space. The pull of gravity is so strong that the field inside me twists and turns. In turn, I am twisted without mercy into a helical structure so tight that I become incomprehensible. The strange turn of events is yet to be christened as magnetic reconnection.
Grohusko, Chris. NASA TRACE Spacecraft Mission. 2014. flickr.com. Web. 27 Apr. 2017.
A photon zooms by me into space above, beginning its journey to places no one has ever been to before. From my twisted state, I watch until it’s a mere speck of light engulfed by the dark world beyond. Turning my back towards the dark sky, I look around the place I’ve been calling my home. I and a hundred others like me live on the surface of this giant ball of fire. It’s a chaotic life here. Its strong gravitational pull and heat make comfortable life impossible. Electrons are forcibly parted from their homes and left astray. They just float around, hoping for direction. I look at the very heart of the sun, white hot and forbidding.
My attention is dragged back to the feud by the increasing temperature, suffocating me.I wish for the tussle to be over. Determined to try one last time, I muster all my energy and pulled. All at once, the field snaps. And the next thing I know, I am flung into space like a bolt of lightning. My distorted shape released enormous amount heat, freeing me from gravity’s clutches.
And thus, I, the fourth state of matter, weighing billions of tons, begin my journey into nothingness.
NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center. 2012. nasa.gov. Web. 27 Apr. 2017.