Like all stars, our sun was a twinkle in the celestial’s eye. Born within a stellar nursery, replete full of many brothers and sisters. Some were red , small , and furious. Some were behemoths with deep blue furnaces. And our sun, was a bright bouncing boy with cheeks that flare a bright orange. His mass came from those ancestors before him. Thousands of generations of stars came and went making their mark on the night sky.
They knew a few things, they were all made of the same star stuff. They knew that they were always enough. And when our star formed, atoms and matter, light and heat coalesced closer, hotter, brighter until fusion faced the other lit candles. The elements, the gases, the rocks and debris began to collide and multiply. Rebound and rectify till clump became mound and mound became round.
The gas giants began to roam, the rocky balls began to revolve, and the sun began to sing. It’s song reaching millions of miles in all direction. A planetary system sailing on solar winds.
With wobble and uncertainty, timidly traverse the small space that is entirety, each planet found its place in the system. Diverse and different yet made of the same stuff. Moons and asteroids, tiny planetesimals that make a small living on the margins of gravity.
Every being is born into this existence, with systems in place and beliefs made in haste. It’s up to each one us to figure out how we to orbit and build our basalt. We are complex, and formed from a trillion tiny pieces that found each other and became something greater. We change, we age, we transform. Asteroids bombard this face and form freckles. Comets wily with their tales of dream and romance, bring us tears to form much deeper oceans. Volcanism means shifting tectonic plates deep inside, dread might bring along toxicity. All things must change. Driven by a sunken core, that always wants more. Heart beats have reverberations, tsunamis have consequences.
As we come together and fall apart, craters and super novas happen simultaneously. The universe will always continue on it’s merry way , reluctant to say that it will stay the same. Shiva and Pelee know that there is no creation without destruction, nor destruction without creation. There is no certainty or forever. In it’s place, is delicate beauty and hostile humility.
Paths become worn, shoes may be soiled, and everything may appear to be in order. The fundamental truth is that all of this creation and structure are dictated by destiny and desire. We are found with faults and end up in places that we may have never expected. The road is far more treacherous and can lead to self-discovery.
Every decision and direction has a plethora of probabilities, tributaries that may take you to triumph or failure. Distractions are everywhere that pull on your insecurities, play with your illusions, and project misplaced pain on your palms. Wandering, searching in madness the fog gnaws at your knees and makes you forget your own needs. Sadness and doubt take the spring out of your step. Decrepit in misplaced dreams, your mind begins to wither. Only your truth, locked deep inside can set you free.
That fog is your fear, your anxiety, your doubts, your insecurities, your traumas, your pain, your suffering, your delusions, your grandeur, your fallacy, your memories, your hesitation, your devastation. Samara that riddles your mind in malady.
Yet, there is a light that formed from fusion, that can steal you from your confusion. Elemental and deep in density. Cobalt and nickel, molten magma and binary helium help to recall who you are.
All of those transgressions and illusions fade away like vapor, when you open up the simple but greater truth that you born to be a star.