A Star is Born
Once upon a time in space on a dark and lonely night, a forlorn, floating little fleck struggled with all its might. All had been so well and good, so peaceful and so quiet, when suddenly a tug of war hurled it out of sight. Flung across the endless void, on and on it sped, gravity the linchpin to its swirling dust-cloud bed. Round and round, without a sound, this cosmic pirouette snatched and grabbed and tied it down, transformed its silhouette. A seething disk of dust and smoke, where angels fear to tread, stoked and spurred, it rages on: a vision of godhead. When at last its nuclear heart, fusion-forged and firm, sets ablaze the foggy haze, we’ll watch creation burn.