Star Dust Dream

I was with familiar folks, all male. Outside, we were drinking beer, laughing, enjoying ourselves immensely. In the middle of this, we suddenly embark on a conversation about creation and evolution. Abruptly, it becomes a Socratic style learning session. Information is given; questions are asked. The last question was, “What’s the first part that begins to develop after conception?”

I shouted out, “The brain!”

My friend laughed. “No.”

We then talked about fertilization and conception. Conversation drifted to star dust.

Sitting in shadows, outside on a sunny day, a beer on the table in front of me, I leaned back and held up a finger. On the tip, I thought I saw golden star dust brightly shining.

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