For since she had not died through fate, or by a well-earned death, but wretchedly, before her time, inflamed with sudden madness. Proserpine had not yet taken a lock of golden hair from her head, or condemned her soul to Stygian Orcus.
using nothing more than newton’s laws of gravitation, we astronomers can confidently predict that several billion years from now our home galaxy, the milky way, will merge with our neighbouring galaxy, andromeda. because the distances between the stars are so great compared to their sizes, few if any stars in either galaxy will actually collide. any life on the worlds of that far off future should be safe, but they will be treated to an amazing billion-year-long lightshow. a dance of a half a trillion stars, to music first heard on one little world, by a man who had but one true friend.