In a mystery, we were thrown into this world, a mystic unknown that has always drawn us to find significance, perhaps significance for our own existence. Over our crib is a stream of stars, staying fixed throughout our survival in this harsh world, a sign of permanence and immortality, hovering over us when the light shades. Humanity is like a baby purposely abandoned on the doorsteps of a church without any note to explain our origin or who we are. Without all this, we figured something out by ourselves. Still many questions are still unanswered but we are learning to walk.

As a human being, I would prefer to die in space as dust flying around and witnessing the movement of the universe. Some people prefer to be buried into the grounds of mother Earth but that’s not who I am. I desire as my nature commands me. We are all made of star dust, you, me, we are made of stars. Wether you stay on earth or on space, we are all made of the same substances. My dream is to witness the dance between Andromeda and the Milky Way. The waltz of a half a trillion stars. A billion years long light show…

 

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