Twinkle

Twinkle twinkle, little star.  How I wonder what you are.  Sing it quick…you know you want to… 

Up above my world so high, like a diamond…but not.  Much, much more than a diamond.

Stars twinkle because they burn.  They are lit by a massive fire that sustains itself.  It burns from the inside and keeps the outside from collapsing.  Fire and heat and fusion and production.  Glowing.  Luminous in the night sky.  Different from so many other things, like diamonds, that simply reflect the light.  

Amazing though.  These stars.  So special that we watch for them.  We wish upon them.  We name them when they appear to be grouped together in the darkness.  They give us something to follow when we are lost.  Stellar magnetics actually describes how we are pulled towards them, and there’s nothing we can do about it.  They draw us in.  

Do you know a star?  Does she twinkle?  And burn with an internal fire that keeps her from collapsing?  A fire that radiates.  A fire that heats people up and produces amazing things. 

Do you watch for her?  Wait for her?  Does she draw you in?  

Stars are like that.  They can’t help it.

...and the song goes on...did you know?

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,

Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveler in the dark.
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
How I wonder what you are.