Praise the dirt you walk on and the stars you gaze upon.

In the beginning we were all-stars in the end some chose to ride the bench.

We are all stars, “All-stars" and “Rock-stars” in that sense of the matter.

The thing I like about science is no racism or hatred just truth and factual.

If your ancestries consist of a Super Nova, then I guess that would make you a Super Star.

Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?