{"id":3669,"date":"2024-02-16T13:17:51","date_gmt":"2024-02-16T18:17:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/anexhibitionofarthistory\/?p=3669"},"modified":"2024-02-16T13:17:51","modified_gmt":"2024-02-16T18:17:51","slug":"your-journey-as-a-dying-star-spirituality-in-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/anexhibitionofarthistory\/2024\/02\/your-journey-as-a-dying-star-spirituality-in-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Your journey as a dying star; spirituality in poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

Expressing the spiritual journey of life and death through poetry and science<\/h2>\n I have always been incredibly fascinated by space and nature. The truly inconceivable scope of how much space encompasses our universe is truly a fascinating mystery. This journey is linked to true scientific research and facts I have researched, with my own poetic flair to create a new perspective and tone.<\/p>\n I wrote this piece to express my feelings of such an immense power, such as a star, to process humanity and their own fragile mortality. By putting yourself in the perspective of a star, it\u2019s birth and life and death, I hope to find a catharsis and deeper appreciation for life and death in all forms. I hope you enjoy it.<\/p>\n

Poetic journey of a dying star: the birth<\/h3>\n "\n Imagine yourself in a deep part of space. You are in the Milky Way, the hazy band of light, a barred spiral galaxy that has up to four hundred billion stars, all of which cannot be seen individually by the naked eye.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n It\u2019s dark, with brief inklings of light, and silent. It is calm.<\/span><\/p>\n You are a Star.<\/span><\/p>\n But, you are a very <\/span>old <\/em><\/span>Star. Millions of years old.<\/span><\/p>\n And, it\u2019s time to go. <\/span><\/p>\n You remember when you were born, under a cloud of dust and gas. <\/span><\/p>\n \n \n <\/div>\n \n \n \n ""<\/div>\n Delete<\/span><\/button><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div> (New star being created)<\/span><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n It collapsed under the weight of gravity, where atoms of light were compressed enough for your nuclei to undergo fusion.<\/span><\/p>\n The Star\u2019s journey into death<\/h3>\n But, now that it\u2019s time to go. You aren\u2019t sad, because once you go, other things can take your place. <\/span><\/p>\n Other<\/em> Stars.<\/span><\/p>\n Beautiful, brilliant things that are heavy and that can reach all over the universe. <\/span><\/p>\n First, two atoms of hydrogen combine. The element deuterium is combined with tritium.<\/span><\/p>\n Helium is created inside of you when this reaction occurs. It\u2019s bouncy and it feels weird.<\/span><\/p>\n Now, the fusion that has been created inside of your core has the potential to be an inexhaustible source of energy.<\/span><\/p>\n Now, everything is very hot. A giant red branch is seen and the gravitational waves are very strong. The gravity is forged by the Sun and the Stars.<\/span><\/p>\n Now you are at peak temperatures: 100 Million degrees. Totally normal for the circumstances as the atoms of hydrogen are now ionized. <\/span><\/p>\n Nuclear fusion has kept you running for millions of years, now it\u2019s <\/span>run <\/em><\/span>its course.<\/span><\/p>\n Now the last process of nucleosynthesis has begun.<\/span><\/p>\n You might end up being a White Drawf, a Neutron Star, or a black hole.<\/span><\/p>\n But, what you <\/span>really <\/em><\/span>want is to create gold.<\/span><\/p>\n To be able to hurtle it somewhere far away, to have something or <\/span>someone<\/em><\/span> out there find it\u2026 to appreciate it.<\/span><\/p>\n Wow. That would be something special.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n The<\/span> constricting<\/span> force between the nuclei is suddenly overcome by the crushing force of gravity.<\/span><\/p>\n The core of your very soul recoils as your heart is in the throes of a blast of a shock wave\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n And then the <\/span>luminous <\/em><\/span>explosion.<\/span><\/p>\n \n \n <\/div>\n \n \n \n ""<\/div>\n Delete<\/span><\/button><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div> <\/figcaption><\/figure>\nThe Rebirth; a new beginning<\/h4>\n As another strong shockwave is met with your finality, your outer layer is heated to fuse and form new elements\u2014and radioactive isotopes.<\/span><\/p>\n Another shockwave, and yes, with your last bit of awareness<\/span>, you did it.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n You <\/em><\/span>made <\/span>gold.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n \n \n <\/div>\n \n \n \n ""<\/div>\n Delete<\/span><\/button><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div> <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n You imagine music surrounding all of space. It sounds like a lot of things mixed together. Warbling and crooning. Almost as if it were something connecting you to another planet, a mysterious one.<\/span><\/p>\n \n <\/div>\n \n \n \n \n \n "