Stellar

“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos

Michelle invited Ka Ying and I to RI's Astro Club last Friday. It was really fun, even if I was really tired, and I AM SO EXCITED about building a Dobsonian telescope :D After my last paper tomorrow, I'll read up on it right away.

I always have this fascination with stars and the sky. My name is 星悦 after all! 星 for stars and 悦 for happiness :D So I've always felt this special connection to stars in the sky. They make me feel alive on this planet :) It's like... stars are a part of me. Perhaps I came from the stars :D

A short story I found: 

“If I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: In the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears. Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder.. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness. The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding onto whatever scraps she had left.” ― Jodi Picoult

Ready to tell Michelle on Wednesday. I hope must control my emotions.