i don't get it.
what is it this time?
stars
what about them?
people tend to be amazed by stars. even make songs about them. i don't get it. what's the fuss?
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stars... well, they light up the dark, don't they? in an infinite and ever-growing space, they're the only ones that seem so... different because they burn so bright unlike any other. don't tell me that's not the least bit interesting?
well, if you put it that way. although, don't they die? burn out and explode into stardust? become blackholes and drag everything around them into a mere nothingness?
maybe that's why people are so enchanted by them.
what do you mean? their mortality? that's what people find amusing?
well yeah maybe it's that. or maybe not that at all.
you're losing me here.
it's not about the death of the star. it's about the fact that despite their death, they still shine. they still give off light, whether it'd be dull or not.
and maybe the reason why we're so attracted to them is that we see ourselves in them. we try to light our own fire into the world. we give reasons to things we do not understand because... well, because we can. nobody asks us to but we still do because we crave to know and be known. humans, a speck of dust we may be to the universe's shoes, want to be remembered. we want to be accepted. we want to be noticed. it's human nature. that's why we we bury and make graves for the dead. we don't want to forget nor do we want to be forgotten.
and maybe in some twisted way, we're not. maybe we are remembered somehow just like the star leaves specs of stardust behind when its life ends.
then they are immortal after all.
you're losing me here.
HAHA. you think that's funny, do you?
absolutely.
seriously though, what do you mean?
the star left a piece of them behind.
yeah so another star could be formed? what's your point?
you just said it. the pieces they left created a new star. and as long as that happens, the previous star still lives. it lives to shine another day.
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