That's the first and second laws of thermodynamics. (TA DA!))
A compelling argument, on the surface. But you're forgetting something:
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees
Yo ho, it's hot, the sun is not
A place where we could live
But here on Earth there'd be no life
Without the light it gives
We need its light
We need its heat
We need its energy
Without the sun, without a doubt
There'd be no you and me
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees
The sun is hot
It is so hot that everything on it is a gas: iron, copper, aluminum, and many others.
The sun is large
If the sun were hollow, a million Earths could fit inside. And yet, the sun is only a middle-sized star.
The sun is far away
About 93 million miles away, and that's why it looks so small.
And even when it's out of sight
The sun shines night and day
The sun gives heat
The sun gives light
The sunlight that we see
The sunlight comes from our own sun's
Atomic energy
Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light of the sun come from the nuclear reactions of hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen, and helium.*
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
A gigantic nuclear furnace
Where hydrogen is built into helium
At a temperature of millions of degrees
A question to prose
As enlightenment grows
Yet the riddle of life still exists.
Our being begs ‘why, we live and then die?’
Our soul existence must mean more than this
Can our sentence lie,
The how and the why,
In the writings and speeches of man?
And if the answer is maybe it can
It must now be juxtaposed
With a ‘just suppose’
And ‘I think and therefore I am’
Look how truth now exits the stage
Left with the hypothesis
Of the solitary sage
And his soliloquy
of what might be
Another man in another season
Who revels in revelations without reason
Lest this reason be
Mans’ own divinity
It’s a raffle of thoughts won by whatnots
Who cling to transcending verbs and nouns
Creating a literal mind with their bounds
Can it be that our own lexis
Sets limits, blinds,
And has verbally vexed us?
Gaze long and hard in one’s sacred heart
Forego the mind believed to be smart
Love exists there for you and for me
It’s where ‘our Author’ wrote it
To set us all free
-Heartlander