"When a person is born," Ignatious said, picking up an uneaten rosemary shortbread cookie and crumbling it in his hand. "Their sky is full of stars," he said, scattering the crumbs across the table in front of him as if they were the stars in the night sky.
"Not everyone is born under the same stars," he continued, speaking words that might as well have come from the Saint Teacher himself. After all, the Church had long taught that people were born into this life as a result of their successes or failures to meet their struggles in their past lives, and the station they were born into had a great deal to do with the shape their lives would take.
"Some have skies filled with countless stars," Ignatious explained. "And some of those stars are very bright. Others have dimmer skies, but still a vast number. From birth to death, we chart our way through the heavens, following the stars that lead to a destiny that is, at least in part, of our own making."
