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I'm so instantly drawing to other stars, I cannot forget that this body isn't exactly keen on that. That is to say, I have got to stop glancing at the Sun. Yes, it is amusing that it is a massive star, a day star. No, that doesn't mean I can stare directly at it.
The one about wishing stars...
My identity as a star is built upon the foundation of the scientific understanding of what a star is, and how it behaves "tangibly". That is to say, when this mortal flesh disperses, my body's form will not be in the cartoonish depiction of a five point star (β), rather, I'll become a large ball of gas and other minor elements, burning billions of miles away from here. I am aware that identities founded on the slippery slope of science can be tricky, but I think I find a happy medium.
With that said, I also embrace the human conceptions of what a star is, what they use us for. In particular, I relish in the idea of being a wishing star. In fact, I'm so endeared by the notion, my ask box is actually intended for it. I accept wishes :] And then I work my stuff, to the fullest extent of my power!
πΊππππππππ πππππ ππππ ππ ππππ π° ππ πππππππ πππ πππππ πππ. Stars in appear high above us, but that is because space is relative. In reality, they (we) are simply everywhere. All around space. And in that sense, I too am amongst them, even as I am attached to this planet.
Something comes over me, though. Something about the moon overhead, winking behind ashen clouds, her lover's light reflecting off of her cratered skin, dazzling me. Making me dazzle.
The watchful eye of my kin, the humor they must feel in the irony of me, a star, watching them in kind.
Something is so delightfully wrong with me, under the pale moonlight. I am giddy and gay and mischievous. I am sinister shadow, I am pure silver brilliance. I am twinkling, inches from death. I twirl and I twirl and twirl, twirl, twirl, twirl some more, as though my axis were nothing more than a suggestion.
πΊππππππππ πππππ ππππ ππ ππππ π° ππ πππππππ πππ πππππ πππ.
Mortal death scares the living daylights out of me. But the concept of star death is so innate and natural in our solar cycle, the thought is almost comforting.
In part, it might be that the matter that makes up my form doesn't just disappear. It disipates, scatters. My kinetic energy travels on and on until something else comes along to collect it. Then that energy is dispersed out into the cosmic landscape at large.
Maybe it's the infinity. The great, ever stretching infinity we all hail from. It, in and of itself, is a form of immortality. The science of my spiritual existence is comforting.
Even this mortal flesh doesn't simply rot into nothing. It will decay, and rejoin this planet's life cycle. And when something inevitably comes along to eviscerate this beloved terrestrial, it too, will join the cosmic landscape.
It too, becomes infinity.
And all that which I will mourn will inevitably become one with me again.
But generally speaking, stars just kinda die. And I think I'm okay with that.
@mondaysmournings - tee hee, this is about you..!
... And one of my favorite things is hearing about his home. It isn't my business to tell his story, but one thing I've gleaned from hymn describing angelic hierarchy and the purpose of angels is that they're very different from stars, and how we operate. I find it fascinating to tell you the truth, I sometimes wish I could see it.
... Stars are watchers, at the end of the day. And though I'm certainly not human thing, involved in this flesh, I am overcome with curiosity, that which is most characteristic of the human condition.
... But I digress. I'll admit, I do find it odd how strict things seem to be in heaven, generally. I understand that's simply the nature of a divine that I don't comprehend, I'm fine with that. But I'd imagine there must be some comfort to the structure, and I respect that too. Honestly, I might even be a little envious, though lightheartedly so.
... In general, angels fascinate me :] I am here primarily to connect with stars, celestials, planets, and sidereals, but I appreciate the vague space we share, conceptually (or rather, as far as the concepts I interpret is to share are concerned).