Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

Dust is the parent of a star!

all hopes there, so close to each other,are pulled into the void every night;when a band of pale twinkles milking the wayacross the divine breadth of skywhere every heart belongs.- From the poem "The Universe In Blossom

We must remember that the sun is a star, but not all the stars are the sun