The Universe sometimes tells us the worst possible joke we can imagine. Here is the joke I was told:
Once, in a place where the sun was hot on the ground, people in a place called Mesopotamia (lower tract of Babylon, near where Tigress and Euphretes and the Amazon collide) there was a place where a ray of the sun mercilessly beat the ground and there was much gold there. So the Babylonians figured that it might be fun to try to build a huge clay Bottle with a golden inside, to see if they could trap the light in the bottle (the genie in the lamp; the source of ingenious actions); the trouble was, as the sunlight hit the gold, it bounced back along the gravity flows of many suns and culminated in the death of the Huges star at the centre of the Universe, throwing all gravities out across many places.
The bad joke is that, for 30 years of space travel and inter-orbital actions; NASA and Mir have been flushing human fecal matter (which in a carnivorous diet is mostly iron based) to form a film of it like electrons floating around the outermost skins of the atmosphere; where the rays of the sun are strongest, and the life-giving rays have been blasting microscopic diseases and iron instincts within people to the ground through the light. It's created an artificial Mars Ruling situation on the planet; but the result of the sunlight bouncing by reflecting off of the iron rust atoms (and other big shiny reflective things orbiting the planet and getting in the way of solar rays) back at subatomic level into its own light will actually have managed to work its way back to the sun at the centre and KILL IT AGAIN, which will throw out the balance cogs of the machine even more, and therefore the responding answer is to throw a vast surge of copper from the interior of the Red Star at us, pushing us out of the planetary network (or back to closer to the point where Mars is, as Mars is also forced further out and all the others to Uranus) so a new copper surge brings back the green world (and an iceage forms as the result of frozen super cloud spirals hitting the two largest deserts' sandy ground to calm down the dry skin patches [like a father rubs lotion on their child's sunburned skin] and an orbital shift to take us out of the blue zone and into the purple by the sun forming a new planet to be the New Venus Ruling, where Mercury was meant to rule and moderate the urges at the time of the death of Jesus as an indicator of when a huge Central Galaxian Red Star next died forcing a New Age of Aquarius again; by having a planet with a purple looking sky and a green-light sun, because the balance of trees hasn't been kept adequate prevent even the glass crystals of the sand itself from forcing a feedback loop with the sunlight. We just managed to help kill another God again! Now that really is a very bad joke. . .