The stars have been old for so many years. Balls of burning
hydrogen and helium, aged millennia before we humans started paying attention
to them. Unblinking, unwavering. The map above our heads, the reminder of things
beyond us, the grandeur and power and majesty. The silent symphony crescendos above
our skulls, constant and unchanged. The space between the stars mirroring our
fears, the shining bits of bright mirroring our hopes. The great blanket of
twinkling sky reaching out the possibility of promise to us. Far reaches of
light in a far-flung galaxy, steady pinpoints in the sky, leading us home.
i love it when you go big. grand. and then take us home.
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