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When a star has exhausted its hydrogen supply, it can no longer generate sufficient pressure at its centre to
balance the crushing force of gravity. The star then collapses under the force of its own weight. The smallest
stars collapse gently, tranquil and undisturbed. For the largest of stars on the other hand, a different fate lies
ahead. Their deaths are comprised of a violent and cataclysmic explosion as a result of the unstable imbalance
of heat-radiation pressure and gravity. Their inner matter is hurled from their cores into the depths of the void that
surrounds them. The paroxysm of strain that takes their lives is a fascinating phenomenon; a turbulent tempest of
miraculous colours.
When we look at the sun we see a marvellous entity. It essentially sustains all life on Earth. Its size and power
are supreme. Our tiny existence in the universe constitutes that we cannot fully comprehend the magnificence of
the sun and its superior might. Yet it is not the biggest star to grace the macrocosmic nullity.
Although it’s impossible to know what the largest star is in the infinite celestial space, there are a multitude of
stars that merely dwarf our sun in every aspect. VY Canis Majoris, a red hypergiant, is the biggest star known to
man at this moment in time. Calculated at approximately 2100 times the size of the sun, it is clearly an
exceptional terrestrial body.
Just like the stars, people who have reshaped history are placed into the upper echelons of social significance.
And the bigger the impact they make, the bigger the star they become.
Michael Jackson was undoubtedly the biggest star to occupy our planet. And just like the stars, in death his
essence fortified like a supernova, and his name will forever be tied to the proclamation: The Greatest Performer
Ever. Nevertheless, unlike the stars, his presence will not diminish to nothing more than a tear in the fabric of
society, the way that gargantuan stars compress to form black holes.
Instead, they were intent on ripping Michael apart. They savagely spread stories of him sleeping in hyperbaric
oxygen chambers. They spoke about him trying to buy the skeletal remains of the ‘Elephant Man.’ They exploited
a skin disease to sensationalise reports that he was disowning his race.
Anyone who knew even the slightest bit about this divine being would know that he would never do anything to
hurt anyone, especially children. He held them in the highest of all regards, and did everything possible to help
improve the conditions for millions of less-fortunate people across the globe.
All Michael wanted to do was help. He didn’t want the publicity. He didn’t want the fame. All he wanted was to
know that he was helping others, and healing the world.
Michael didn’t know how to hate, even though he was stared directly in the face by it for the majority of his life.
And he still continued to love, and keep on loving. He never stopped.
Not only was Michael Jackson an icon to billions over the world, he was also a considerate son, a kind brother
and a loving father.
On Thursday 25th June 2009, the whole world was united. The greatest legend to walk the planet had passed on.
People around the globe stood together to mourn the life and legacy of the King of Pop. The world lost its
grandest asset. But Joseph and Katherine Jackson lost their beloved son. Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, La
Toya, Marlon, Randy and Janet Jackson lost their gentle brother. Prince Michael I, Paris-Michael Katherine and
Prince Michael II Jackson lost their devoted father. As painful as this event was for us fans around the world, we
must remember that the grief that Michael’s family are feeling surpasses the pain and hardship that we feel.
Having lost someone extremely close to me when I was young, I know that it never stops hurting, no matter how
long ago the person vacated.
Michael Jackson completely remodelled the arts of music and dancing.
People called him the King of Pop.
He was more. He was without a doubt the King of Kings.
Michael Jackson blessed this world with supreme talent. He fed the poor and cured the sick.
And how was he thanked in return?
He was mocked continually by the media for his eccentricity; the result of an absent childhood. He was abused
by the ignorant; the result of ubiquitous absent-minded obdurateness. He was detested for the inaccurate
portrayal of him pertaining to paedophilic tendencies; the result of an unjust grudge and merciless greed.
I love Michael Jackson. I have always idolised him, and sympathised with him too.
But as much as I love him, and as grateful as I am that he dedicated his life to his loyal fans, I can’t help but feel
that we didn’t deserve a person like him. We had him. We had a treasure. And we took advantage. Not all of us
mistreated him, but those who did were simply callous and remorseless. They seemed to be blinded by the
superlative success of the superstar they persistently ridiculed, and forgot that he still had feelings and got hurt
just like any other person.