Science ruins everything.
Can't we just look at the stars and appreciate them for what they are, rather than pick them apart with scientific tests and theories?
Looking up at the skies above and not knowing where they are or how they came to be is what makes your head spin with wonder, not reading about them in a dusty textbook.

I had this idea, that everyone who has ever lived and ever will live has their own personal star in the sky. I wonder what mine would look like.