Listening to Lewis’ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader read yesterday with my children, we came to this familiar passage.
“I am Ramandu. But I see that you stare at one another and have not heard this name. And no wonder, for the days when I was a star had ceased long before any of you knew this world, and all the constellations have changed.” “Golly,” said Edmund under his breath. “He’s a retired star.” “…In our world,” said Eustace, “a star is a huge ball of flaming gas.” “Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is but only what it is made of.” (from chapter 14: The beginning of the end of the world)
I’ve posted here on this same theme before.