fallen star

we are, with or without intervention, the stray blossoms of scattered seeds;
weeds or wildflowers depending on the context. life flowered from the remnants
of the deaths of the first stars before our sun was born and spread it tendrils
to any and every niche it found. that being said, there is no missing link
describing our evolution from a simian ancestor. there is, however, a bridge that
spans that gap: lonely deity, meddling watcher, or a combination of both tales.
this, by no means, makes us more or less than we have always been or can ever be;
but realizing this can free us to fulfill those potentials.

amino acids,
salting primordial soup;
we are made of stars.