Son of Stardust
I am stardust that learned to think, feel, and question. This is my space for exploring meaning, identity, and existence beyond religious frameworks— grounded in cosmic wonder rather than theological certainty.
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A line from David Archuleta's book about his father and his sister sent me back to my teenage years — to a bishop's office, to shame over nothing, and to the words no one said to me then.
Leaving a church you've belonged to for forty years isn't a moment. It's a four-month bureaucratic process, a few strange coincidences, and a quiet Sunday when you can no longer log in.
David Archuleta's book cracked something open. A story about a neighbor girl and butterfly feelings sent me back to some of my own earliest memories of intimacy — and what I learned was already missing.