Stars can explain art to us.
I mean, think about it. In a thousand years, even at the staggering speed of light, we will never touch the star that twinkles in our eyes. That second star on the right? It's out of reach. We're out of time. That star may well be dead and gone, a champagne supernova or super-massive black hole well past its prime.
So what do we do? We reach out our hands, We grope and grasp at time-lapsed illusions.
Stars would burn us down to less than dust, but we still strive to dance with them. Stars lie far beyond any world we'll ever touch, but we still adorn ourselves in diamonds and feel beautiful. We wish on stars that will never hear our voices. We navigate by stars who do not know our journeys. We strive and innovate to reach the stars that promise nothing more than our own.
Amateur astronomers make terrible investors. Stars are just not practical.
Even so... Without a star? We'd not only have frozen, we'd have never even lived. Stars in the distance give us light. One gives us life. They give us our imaginary answers and a shining moon.
It's only natural to bring them down to earth with us.
Stars, after all, represent hope.
Prompt: a celestial Anonymous
Anonymous asked you: Write about the stars
Can you see the stars from there, anonymous? Even if you can't, they're up there. Keep going...
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