That’s 100 trillion little sucker punches flying right through you faster than you can say “Mississippi”. Too weak for you to even feel, relentlessly unrelenting, striking at every instant, second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year; decade by decade.
By the time you get old that’s a whole lot of little tiny bruises. You start to get the neutrino fatigue.
And then you die.
But that doesn’t stop them.
They keep right on bombarding your corpse after that. Even after they bury you. And as soon as you’re dead you start feeling them. 100 trillion little hot coals burning 100 trillion fiery paths through your tender decaying flesh every second. For all eternity.
Or at least until you are dust.
I don’t know what happens after that. I never can remember.
*https://icecube.wisc.edu/about-us/facts/
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