Where stars collide, a new world is born.  It the essence of the world.  Nova.  Supernova.  Super, Nova.  Remember that.  Remember when interest pervaded the stars.  When you picked up a book and read and found interest in the world you've found.  The little things that matter.  The way colors change in the galactic, the red glory, blue flame, orange burning, yellow light, white heat.  The way in origination we find a world expanding, from mere carbon and light to the many brighter wandering.  Whereby did it happen that we forgot.  That we thought we were large and, in doing so, forgot when we were small.  Where in our guilt for lies we trade inter for pain disguising our masked disgust with a nod and our anger.  Where the crow flies, we are followed in our silence and driven mistrust we listen to openess.  No one will die.  That's not in the cards we play, though we play our hand in pride, in our need for recognition our ego built hatred has been found bereft of pride.  So convinced in past dwelling dream is what we are given not knowing yet acceptance in the beauty we explore.  There it is,. Check Out the Center.  Something may be.  In amusing, greatness may be found in the blanket of the unknown.