Children Of A Star

A lot of people around the world telling stories. Stories can add understanding of the meaning of our life as a medium for the transference of wisdom and knowledge. A story that interests me is the story of us: the children of a star, a star we call the sun. Oh, sure there are many books out there that explain who and what we are. Some are religious, others considered scientific. I always found most of these stories is a bit 'too complex to explain the reality of our existence here in the Universe. And if the answers are actually too simple, shining above us, yet paradoxically this is why we are blind to them? Are simply too obvious!

Let's start at the beginning logical: Big Bang, God creations ... call it as you can see, my friends. I see a huge ball of fire burning in the darkness of space. Clearly the 'dark' is where it comes from. How it came to be, I do not know, but I can say that is very good, because it is there: really cool. It 'also quite impressive forms of life energy that came to be the cause of the fireball that the radiant energy. We are literally made up the essence of the 'Sun': the children of a star. I do not see too many people today worship the Sun as the 'old' Aztecs, but why not? It makes our world back to life, makes the sky blue.

Like all living things, the end of the story is the same. We call the process: death. One day the sun will die too, unbelievable to think, and probably will not happen for another 5 billion years, but the same means our little history of the earth will come to an end. I doubt very much that the history of the universe ever end, his power and infinite space time is a bit 'above my head, or is it? Could be very simple: a story that never ends, an energy that never really born or die simply because it always was.

There may be some strange form of consciousness out there who remember us after us is a great opportunity, but we will disappear and our history Our departure will be complete. So in the meantime, we talk about half of this history of the Earth for a story has no substance without the journey between the beginning and end. What is our history so far? Where is our story the next round? What do we say as we speak? What is the purpose of this trip? These are questions you probably asked for and heard by a multitude of other times since you came to be.

The answers to these questions may be as simple as that, if words would not understand, so do not try to articulate my views here. We know the story for ourselves. We must be simple, and be aware of being. The reader is the writer, editor and publisher of the most important story of all: the story of a child of the stars. We had a huge gift to be here ... might be time to finally return to reciprocity? The true history pages are the days of our lives. Have you read the words carefully, reading speed, or tap the text? Warning, this is not the kind of book you can read twice!

By Jesse S. Somer