Still, I wouldn't run out to the back yard and start building a bomb shelter. Human life is shorter than the snap of your fingers compared to the life of the sun. It is the highest achievement of human egotism to imagine that we might outlast the power of a star. But still, we might. Mind you, it won't be easy.
Time is the most precious of human commodities.
A star dies because it cannot envision its eventual demise. Humans may survive because we have the imagination to soar above the challenges the universe sends us. If our species is to survive the next fifty years, let alone the next five billion, we must have faith in our capabilities against all odds. We must all, every one of us, work to solve today's problems so that our own inadequacies don't get us long before the sun does. We must imagine that some day in an unimaginably distant future, a mother will take her child out at night to a sky filled with unfamiliar stars.