Oh, babe, look at the stars. Aren’t they beautiful tonight?
…Yeah…they’re so bright.
Can you find the Big Dipper?
…I…Stop laughing at me, I’m just trying to find it! I’m dizzy now! Ha, I found it? Over there, right?
That’s it. And that’s Scorpio.
I love that stars have stories.
Well, they’re not so much stories as reflections of mythology. People saw pictures in them a long time ago and created stories around them-
Ah!
What?
You said stories! You and your correcting.
I was just trying to tell you about the origins of stars.
Why do we have to know the origins? Can’t we just look at how pretty they are?
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We are stars. We are celestial beings, not beams of light. We are born and live and die and none of that is for humans' benefit. You think we exist for your pleasure, think again. We do not ask for your awe and we do not ask for your pity. You point and stare like you’re in an amusement park ride. We don’t care how much joy that brings. That’s not real unless you admire all of us. Find a new angel to idolize. We are more than specks in the sky: we are alive. We are stars.








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