The Little Star had just finished a long trip and she was resting. “It’s good, after a long journey, to have a rest,” she thought. “It is good to remember – and to rest.”

Many trips she had made before and each of them was different. Each trip taught her something new, but none of them were particularly easy.

For her, the best part was when the trip was finishing, when Little Star was coming back among other little
stars. It was then she felt at home again. As she looked around, she could see them all. There were too many
stars to count. She was just one of many.

It is nice in the world of the little stars. The Little Star could feel this. There is no such thing as time or place. Nothing is in a hurry. There is never a long wait. No one says, “You didn’t do that right.”