The Solar Record. A record of the Sun's sunspot number since the 17th century. We observe the deep Maunder Minimum (1645-1715) and then various peaks as valleys through the subsequent centuries, sometimes interrupted by other minima, most notably the Dalton Minimum (1790-1830). Image: SOHO.com
The notion of a protracted minimum frightens some climate scientists who worry that such a minimum would induce a cooling period on our planet. This concern stems from the correlation between the Maunder Minimum and "Europe's Little Ice Age," which occurs around the same period. Whether or not this correlation is actually a causation or just coincidental remains a contested issue.
It is because of all this uncertainty that we're now seeing that dire headline "The Sun is Dead." And, you know, we could do without such headlines!
Now, astronomers have assured us all that the Sun's autumnal descent toward its solstical nadir results from the same planetary tilt and revolutionary motion that will ultimately re-elevate it back to its lofty position. Nevertheless, the assailing hiemal helm winds of our tempestuous winter awakens in us hinterland dwellers a deep-seeded disquiet stemming from the primal days when our remote ancestors cast a wary eye on that empyreal orb. The fiery sphere which bestowed its life-sustaining warmth on the world was mysterious and thus its beneficent fires were thought to be exhaustible.* The Sun that shone high and bright in the summer might well have descended into eternal oblivion in the winter, cosigning the helpless mortals to everlasting cold and darkness. Although modern science has admittedly allayed these concerns, we retain vestiges of this ancient terror when ice arrests the flowing waters and snow shrouds absorb nature's subtle harmonies. And, on those days, we remind ourselves that, though either unseen or lingering low behind cloud banks, the Sun lives....
and nothing could make us happier.
*As it turns out, the Sun is exhaustible, but will still persist for billions of years.
© 2016 Edward Gleason