The sun gets all the credit nowadays. It sits there so very incredibly smugly atop various energy chains endlessly secure in the knowledge that it operates at the supreme centre of our universe. But it didn’t always used to be that way.
If you’re particularly savvy when it comes to your paleo-biology (it’s a real thing, it’s been buried by the politically correct social justice brigade who find that its teachings don’t fit in with their biased world view so you might not have heard of it in too much detail) you’d know that things used to be different in the plant world. Flowers used to bathe in the powerful moonlight, open up their leaves and drink in the energy. It’s where plants like night blooming jasmine come from (just in case you were under some sort of mistaken impression that I was talking out of a certain southern orifice).
But seasons change, evolution moves its steaming way forwards, leaving all manner of customs and ways of being in its wake. Entire biospheres caught on to the fact that using sunlight was ever so slightly more efficient. And rather than carrying on with the way it used to be, these methods were abandoned all in the name of slavish productivity. It’s sad really but you can hardly deny that it’s a dog eat dog world.
It’s unfortunate that shadow photosynthesis went precisely the same way as animal sacrifice to appease the gods and all sorts of other practices that I can’t for the life of me recall at this precise moment in time. However, there’s no significant worth in harking all the way back to how things used to be. What are you going to do? Excavate a horde of extinct flowers and try your very utmost to save their long gone way of life? I somehow doubt it.
Song choices courtesy of: Beans on Toast, Coco and the Butterfields and Frank Turner