In olden times, people believed heroes shined in the sky when ascended to the heavens. If you shined in life, you would shine on in death. Even after man broke orbit, this was still a thought. Not scientific perhaps, but it was told. When I was a young boy, my mom would point to an area of the sky and say my great grandmother was up there. She was a shining star looking down upon me. I would actually talk in that direction, trying to have my great star grandmother talk back. If she is up there she never answered. Nowadays the stars are just balls of hydrogen in the universe. Some days though, I wonder what it would be like to be one of those heroes. To shine on. Forever. Wouldn't it be terrifying? How is that a worthy reward? How can one star be indistinguishable from thousands of others occupying our sky so closely. Some do stand out, but most don't. Perhaps up there it is different. I doubt I will ever know. Still, I wonder what it would be like to forever shine.
Or until a supernova happens.
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That Man's Musings
Random[Temporary Cover] This is a collection of poems I write, as well as maybe memoirs and other things. Sorry, no real description here =P
