A few years ago I read a Japanese book about Lao Tsu and modern physics - ever since I have felt nervous of stars, of what they are and what they are up to.
This paragraph may have calmed my fears.
"Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glass-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder." J.M. Barrie
So now I think about whether I am an older star or a little one...