i like stars. they remind me of myself, ever since childhood when the sight of them didn't remind me how small i was but how big things can be. stars are their own strength. they burn and burn and burn in a bright and everlasting self sufficient flame--nothing is too dark, too big, too frightening. they take care of themselves, destined to live and feed off their own energy and their own fire. they do not burn for others but for their own independent purpose, but have the power to light entire solar systems or be seen 427 light years away.
but even stars burn out. it's a general wearing-down process as the star loses some critical battle or it's a major cosmic disaster that the star can't withstand that throws everything off-kilter and it changes its very composition, often ceasing to exist as we know it. and what happens then? as a cold and lifeless rock does it fall out of existence, merely drifting around the cosmos it once ruled? is there a way, do you think, for them to re-start again?
i hate i have to bother to ask this question. but, into the universe, does failure have an antidote?
but even stars burn out. it's a general wearing-down process as the star loses some critical battle or it's a major cosmic disaster that the star can't withstand that throws everything off-kilter and it changes its very composition, often ceasing to exist as we know it. and what happens then? as a cold and lifeless rock does it fall out of existence, merely drifting around the cosmos it once ruled? is there a way, do you think, for them to re-start again?
i hate i have to bother to ask this question. but, into the universe, does failure have an antidote?
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