With my back on the grass, looking up into the vast Cosmos, I saw a star looking straight at me. It seemed that this particular star was a center of the Universe, though...

Memory is like a ghost of a person - you recognize some of the familiar features or characteristics, and yet, it's not full, it's not "that", it's illusive and at times we even doubt whether it really happened to us or it was just a dream we had one night. A mid-summer night's dream. When the Sun has reached it's Northern abode and takes a few days of rest before going back south. Everything goes in cycles. There's one cycle that starts with an experience and ends in memory. Every bit and byte of information going through our Being will undergo this metamorphosis. Sunlight, water, air and earth becoming part of our body and mind, just for a moment, then, returning back to it's source and re-appearing as something else.

...for a moment I felt that I was that star looking far-far away into the abyss of Endless Space and Matter, looking for that one soul, that fueled my Fire.