Only complexity exists - but who could face it? Through the falsifying ease of simplificaiton, we blind ourselves to truth. The world cannot be escaped, and we have only fooled ourselves. Nothing humbles like an exploding star. We feel so weak in the face of it, our legs go numb, our hairs stand on end. What have we done? To witness complexity is far too much for some. We could remember ourselves for a moment, realize what we are, grasp the cosmic balance, but this takes strength. We would rather peter out, lost and alone, a speck in a galaxy - a mystery to all. It can be avoided, it can be changed, but who will face complexity, and weave across the sky like stars do, before we all explode?