The star thinks nothing of its centrality. All things simply revolve. No ego, no thoughts of super or inferiority. It simply warms those things around with the light and heat produced within it.

Does it own the light? Does it require forgiveness or acknowledgement by all who bathe in the warm of life given?

What hope have we at arming ourselves with reason? When even the process of indebtedness is far too complex in understanding. What does a man gain by owing too much to ever pay?

What tales are told about the fellow who owed it all? There is no fear beyond acceptance of the impending doom of having spent it all. No fury at external souls in forcing his own foolishness. No doubt in his salvation that now the debt is transferred to alternate master. The one to whom the debt should have been ventured form outset.

What now that the light comes with understanding and forgiveness? What now that supremacy is established, welcomed? What other source of revenue, strength or power could even hold a candle? When the light and warmth I bargained and withheld was made specifically for me.

Darkness holds no friendship and we certainly will never be kin. For in the light so freely given a respect for the Maker outshines all other possible allegiance.

I cannot travel parsecs within this ship I’m given. I cannot cross the belts and stars in the circumference of mind’s eye. I cannot fault all those who have yet to form the words or experience understanding, fealty, Love.

For that which we do not yet know cannot be held against us. Within the realm of surrendered we find tomorrow’s comprehension. And though I once withstood or doled out forgiveness, care and hope. To those whom much is given is a welcomed expectation.