Time: eons, or numbering our days?

One wonders (okay, maybe you don't but One does) WTH is going on with the red giant Betelgeuse, Orion's left shoulder as we look up into the winter night sky here in the northern hemisphere. If he's looking toward us, it's his right shoulder, but he's not, we're looking toward him, so it's his left shoulder.


Scaffolding on the Bay side of Harbour Village that bars pleasurable nightly sky gazing will be in place some months yet while we wait for the new windows that will cost us another assessment, in the case of our unit size about $12k, but worth it to bring us up to code, hopefully before any next hurricane.

Anyway, if Betelgeuse explodes then disappears will it be over ages, in cosmic time, or experiential, in our Earth Time? And if in Earth Time, will we still know and greet Orion as the seasons change? IDK.

https://earthsky.org/todays-image/betelgeuse-dimming-supernova-new-vlt-images?utm_source=EarthSky+News&utm_campaign=ac87b17201-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2018_02_02_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_c643945d79-ac87b17201-395135949 

A cosmic event like Betelgeuse changing in our Time, before our eyes, is unusual in a sphere where distances are so great and change is seen in terms of eons not years, days or moments. It's a mix of perception and reality: a like sense of Time happens when One goes to Narnia, spends decades, but returns to Here where not even seconds passed in One's absence. It's a sort of Time crossing Eternity. NDE, a so-called "near-death" experience might leave One with a similar sensation. IDK. 

When our Sun expands to a red giant, will it happen, in human terms and senses if we were still here, instantaeous, or will there be a slow global warming over Time, like a frog in a kettle of cold water brought slowly to a boil?

Instead of such, why don't I panic about political issues? Because even though we are the worst of fools, in history this too shall pass, which inevitably brings Psalm 90 to mind


Psalm 90    Domino, refugium

LORD, thou hast been our refuge, *
    from one generation to another.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever the earth and the world were made, *
    thou art God from everlasting, and the world without end.
Thou turnest man to destruction; *
    again thou sayest, Come again, ye children of men.
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday
                                when it is past, *
    and as a watch in the night.
As soon as thou scatterest them they are even as a sleep, *
    and fade away suddenly like the grass.
In the morning it is green, and groweth up; *
    but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.
For we consume away in thy displeasure, *
    and are afraid at thy wrathful indignation.
Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee, *
    and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
For when thou are angry all our days are gone; *
    we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.
The days of our age are threescore years and ten;
and though men be so strong that thy come to fourscore years, *
    yet is their strength then but labor and sorrow,
    so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.
So teach us to number our days, *
    that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.