Last night, falling asleep with what felt like a damn bug in my bio-system, I treated myself to a stunning panorama of spiral galactic arms.
The fact that we are ourselves the product of supernovae has been keeping me close to tears recently.
Mythology is full of sacrificial saviour-gods, as well as some saviour-goddesses.
My question is thus :
What about the star which died for you?
That bug? Banished with a cup of Juniper and Liqourice tea this morning.