" So natural is it to be amazed at novelty rather than greatness "

Once living now dead, this marks the 2000th year bacteria have been about his bones.
Yet words themselves are immortal - consider this passage about comets from Seneca, entailing what the common man believed about them before the Carpenters son.
Still ephemeral are his utterances "which peirce even the coolest thinkers heart."
The idea is it makes you appreciate that big ball of fire which illuminates our world, gives purpose to these eyes of ours, allows the necessary energy for the conversion of deadstuff into life stuff (photosynthesis) - on top of that people think suns are pretty, its a win win. I'm pretty certain my professor in my galaxy class actually go into it because she liked the pictures.

The host of stars that enhance the beauty of this Earth does not draw a crowd; but when something is different from normal , everyone's gaze is fixed on the sky. The sun has no spectators unless it is being eclipsed; no one observes the moon unless it is struggling. Then cities shout out.. But how much more significant it is that the sun has as many steps, so to speak, as it has days, and that it defines the year by its orbit; that after the summer solstice it turns so as to make the days shorter; that after the equinox it at once sinks and makes the nights longer, that it hides the stars; that, though it is so much larger than the earth, it does not burn it, but warms it, controlling its heat with periods of greater and less intensity, that it never makes the moon full except when it is on the opposite side, nor makes it dark except when its adjacant. But we take no notice of all this as long as regularity is maintained. If anything is disturbed, or something unaccustomed shines for, we look, we question, we point. So natural is it to be amazed at novelty rather than greatness.

Seneca, On Coments, Book 7 "