A Star Died.
There is nothing remarkable about the death of a star in the Cosmic scheme of things.
All stars die. Some die unnoticed, some make a big fuss.
Our star made a big fuss.
It exploded with a brilliance and energy it had not known when it was alive.
The ember floated about in space for a few cosmic minutes.
In this world, if you are something, even a spec of dust, you are attractive.
The Old Force works by attrition, and the star ash started accretion.
In a few cosmic seconds, it was all coming together again.
Another bang!
Another star!
A Cosmic baby was born.
This baby was already mother.
With her were nine small children, and countless smaller children.
As the children matured, one turned out to be unique.
It was the third rock.
On it, matter was arranging itself into complex, intriguing forms.
These forms could make copies of themselves, mostly perfectly, but sometimes with errors.
Rarely, the errors turned out to be improvements, and a multitudes of different forms emerged.
But all built to the same grammar, all following the same cardinal principles.
They vied with one another for eons on the end.
Nature selected only the best, the rest were forgotten.
It’s been some Four Billion Years.
Those forms still thrive on that small, pale blue piece of rock.
Now they are astonishingly complex, amazingly beautiful.
The simple rules of nature promote adaptation and survival, constantly.
If you stop adapting, you’ll probably cease to exist.
But matter has been quite up to the task.
So much so that it has now emerged as forms that are Sentient, even Aware.
Forms that know they exist.
Forms that try to figure things out.
And have figured out quite a few things.
Things about the very forces and processes that made themselves.
And recently, these forms have taken the very process that made them in to their own hands.
Things in the neighborhood are no more what they used to be.
From now, these beings will decide matters on this rock.
Not just this rock, but probably the whole neighborhood.
But this neighborhood is just the beginning.
Here is one such being, in the pursuit of that collective ideal.
In the quest for unravelling the workings of nature.
In an attempt to reach out and share with other beings.
Share its awareness in return for their’s.
All the while knowing, with awe, we are all made from the debris of what was once a brilliant star.
And we shall spread the light, and make the Cosmos bright for eternity.