Maybe some people don't feel scared when they think about comets and supernovas. Maybe they think it is wonderful.

We want an ensemble of stars, not comets.

There are even some stars so remote that their light will reach the Earth only when Earth itself is a dead planet, as they themselves are dead, so that the living Earth will never be visited by that forlorn ray of light, without a living source, without a living destination. Often on fine nights when the park of this establishment is vacant, I amuse myself with this marvelous instrument (telescope). I go upstairs, walk across the grass, sit on a bench in the Avenue of Oaks – and there, in my solitude, I enjoy the pleasure of weighing the rays of dead stars.

The evening star

Is the most
beautiful
of all stars

Love is only one fine star away.