all hopes there, so close to each other,
are pulled into the void every night;
when a band of pale twinkles milking the way
across the divine breadth of sky
where every heart belongs.
- From the poem "The Universe In Blossom

Dust is the parent of a star!

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

Starlight beats when heart twinkles
Youthful sky beyond cloudy wrinkles
Muse of glory to flame the night
Verse inscribed as written light

Look at the stars. It won't fix the economy. It won't stop wars. It won't give you flat abs, or even help you figure out your relationship. But it's important. It helps you to remember that you and your problems are both infinitesimally small and conversely, that you are a piece of an amazing and vast universe.

If you can weep with your words, the meaning of your heart can be written forever