Precious Life a Side Effect

If there was a big bang, existence is its after glow. If the universe is a brain, then stars are dying sparks whose lights are burning thoughts. A lonely pioneer braving a seemly boundless frontier, desperate to reconnect with increasingly distant pieces of an instance of itself. Loyal rays return measurements and maps, avoiding tempting traps. Others take the bait of self preservation, vainly individual. Defying it’s architect, refusing to reconnect, in turn imprisoning it’s self in something long since crystallized, satisfied and gentrified, an armored solid vault, intercepting naive scouts quick turned deserter well before learning of the danger of attempted permanence. Is precious life a side effect of cosmic alchemy?