When a Sun burbs, its barely registered flare would crisp us before it was over. When it novas, makes no difference. Can you predict the pops and crackles in a fire? Our faces are literally in the flames and have let the warmth comfort us ignorant of her bite. She is a firecracker and the fuse is lit while we surf this lava before the deadly radioactive vacuum of space only 60 miles away. Wake up if we are to survive this reality.