I wish I could manipulate my perception of time, allowing in my lifetime the ability to witness the birth and death of stars. To see them come into existence, see them shed their atmospheres into blowing nebulae, and rebirth into even denser elements would be exciting. The universe which surrounds would be a flurry of fireflies and the ballet of a swarm intricate in dance. The filaments more apparent, and the motions breath taking. The now invisible webs which connect us would be as solid as the tears which would run down my face.