Perhaps there is a part of HE 1523-0901 in the stardust that makes up us all. We are after all just a collection of molecules of encapsulated time that presses on through the relativity that is the cosmos. We are each for a better word soldiers of time living and dying for mother universe. It is probably a war without end, so there will be no armistice, no surrender, and no dawn after a bloody night. The peace is always to be lost and as conflict rises we sail through our second in time knowing we make up the spatial day..