I am still out there, spinning. I don’t want to shackle the sun. That desire is gone. But gravitational pull is good and every day needs lit, surely. There are smaller stars: brighter clusters of light with common origins and achievable distances. I have spotted them in the ecliptic plane. I had never seen them before. Of course what people say I want is for some planetary object to orbit around me. Me! It’s what everyone wants, isn’t it? Those interstellar gyroscopic reaction wheels. Those star forming regions of space. They just keep on pulling and pushing, creating and destroying.