Wherever you are, walk out into the darkness and look up. What you see is not a single star but many. Too few to fill so vast a sky, but more than enough for God to jingle in his pockets. Looking up at stars becomes for some an invocation (a simple step to rhyme that word with another I associate with the night-sky: consumation).
But if you star-gaze long enough you learn that no two fire balls or constellations are alike. And the star that shines the brightest is the one most unique. Resolve yourself to being unique by being you. No one else can lay claim to you, your smile or the odd assorted ticks and twitches that jerk the muscles of your brain and body, the way you hold the pillow of your dreams close to your torso.
for Isabel and Edward