I've never actually thought about the nursery rhyme "twinkle, twinkle, little star" before, and it is only as I look into the magnificent skies above me tonight that I realize that only the little stars twinkle. The big ones shine obviously, but if you try to look at the little stars directly, they seem to disappear. You have to move your eyes around the sky near them, and as you do that you see small twinkles coming at you from all directions.
I'm sure there are some really neat implications in this. about how it is the small, persistent workers in any situation that define what that place is going to be like, or maybe that if you're too busy shining so that everyone sees all the new things you're doing you might not end up doing anything new or revolutionary at all. But I'm too tired for those implications. Right about now, all I can come up with is that I will never be able to be in as much awe of those stars and their creator as they deserve, but that it might be a worthwhile endeavor to spend my life trying.
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