Sunday, April 01, 2007

Wondering about Stars

How many stars does it take to make a sky? How much blue black, I wonder? Where in the world am I right now?

People are made of the same stuff as stars. People often reach for them. People can shine as brightly as a star, giving light almost everywhere without even knowing.

Like the stars or on a cloudy night, some people might almost disappear from view, if you don't know where to find them.

Yet the stars are hot, gaseous balls of fire, and so many people don't seem to have a fire inside them.

How do people remember they are stars?

Isn't that why we walk at night staring up at them?

I wonder if stars could, what they would think about the people who are made of the same stuff as they are.
--me strauss Letting me be

10 comments:

Bluesky_Liz said...

They'd think we are more colorful than they are. They might wonder when we would become them and burn in the heavens. Or maybe they think we are what failed stars are. That's a dim thought.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Bluesky Liz!
It's great to see you!
I would hope your first thought would be the one, but I wonder if the second might be closer to what would happen. :)

Dawn said...

Some things I wonder about stars include things like: are there so many stars that they can't see the dark sky around them? Is there such a thing as too much brightness? I wonder if stars appreciate darkness? Maybe stars wish on people just like we wish on stars. I wonder, if I were the first human a star saw on a particular day, what it would wish for me? I wonder if mother-stars have a version of Twinkle Twinkle that they teach their children? :)

ME Strauss said...

It's fun to wonder about stars looking at us and making up stories. After all, there are what we call star nurseries. :)

Chatter, chatter, little children
How I wonder why you talk so much. :)

chantthis said...

This is great Liz truly - we are a universe inside. I forget that all the time. Well I guess not ALL the time. Thanks.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Chanthis!
Thank you! I agree we have the truth inside us.

dsnake1 said...

i wonder about stars too, but the thoughts are more crazy because i wonder if out there among the stars, on a planet orbiting one of them, is there a person thinking about possible life forms in those stars that he saw. :)

ME Strauss said...

Those thoughts aren't more crazy, Dsnake. They sound more normal to me. I wonder them too, by the way. :)

Jesse Somer said...

Stars are giant fireballs that make skies for which sentient beings get to ponder. Stars are the engines of life. Isn't it preposterous that humanity often questions whether its one single 'life-engine' is the only one that lives up to its purpose? There are trillions of other giant fireballs...It's like saying that your Toyota is the only car that actually drives-all other cars are simply for show.

I once held a ball of light in a dark tunnel. The words 'The Power of everything that IS' and 'Nature is Perfection' were spoken in my mind. Who's to say whether or not stars have consciousness? Surely not us. Some people think animals don't even think or feel. Do you think plants have consciousness? I was a gardener for many years before turning to writing (My first stories were all about trees. :-), and I have no doubt that they do.

I once travelled through darkness and I realised that I could die if I wanted to. I was flying away from Earth at amazing speeds. I was becoming a star. It felt good-surprisingly-it was nice, soft, and warm. Maybe we all become stars when we die...Could the stars literally be the sprits of our ancestors?

I decided I wasn't ready to leave yet...my purpose here hadn't been completed yet. Do you know what your purpose is?

ME Strauss said...

Hi Jesse,
I think I decided a long time ago I could die whenever I willed myself to, then I realized it's not so easy to . . . do, it takes real will power to give up on life.

Hope. I am a gardener without a garden anymore, yet I still can feel the thoughts and the dreams that I felt and knew in the dirt and mulch. Somehow life in the garden is right, even when I didn't know what I was doing. The air seemed to do the knowing for me.

Stars are the smae stuff as people and I am the sams stuff as a star, yet I don't shine as brightly. We share a story. We are a family. I feel it when I walk under the stars alone in any place in the world on any starry night.