Second of all, ponder this: Strip away the reassuring baritone tones of the narrator, the indie documentary cinematography, and the emo piano music, and what is really being said here? That stars are made of a certain kind of matter, and that matter was involved in our evolutionary process.
Thus, we have a tangential material connection to impersonal balls of burning gas.
Maybe I'm just dense (like a star), but I missed the part where this gives my life meaning.
-Jon Vowell (c) 2012
