the stars, quite literally, aligned for the sweet & sour meddling of the human race. an artistic, feuding mortality now born, thanks to the haphazard and wildly unlikely mix of tingling elements. humans, we are in a tiny sliver of time. the stars, oh wow, they gave us our legs and quickly enough an unearthly load of growing pains. a prophecy, a gift, a humble endowment of neuroplasticity. the tiniest sliver of time, where the stars aligned, for the tiniest burst of clumsy, hopeful light. in these star-kissed structures we grow, fail, fail more and fail again until finally we decide which failure defines our livelihood– a raw and honorable pursuit which is not our ultimate footprint. the starts, they know, they die. we must live our lives knowing that we are in a sliver of time.