Such is life in all the universe, nebulas are born, others just explode. In our microcosmic world. we fight our wars for pecuniary greed, for love and passion and sadistic fun. The tide comes in and then it ebbs, cycle follows cycle until the end. Yet we are after all too young to give up or too old to battle on, which is why we sometimes weep, but other times we sing our song of true love.