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A modest fire burns longer. So it is, also, with stars.
The bright rush through the lives of spendthrift extravagance to finally explode in terminal fits of self-expression, breifly outshining whole galaxies. Meanwhile, humbler, quieter suns patiently tend their business, aging slowly, gracefully.
Ironically, it takes both types to make a proper potion. For without the grand immoderation of supernovas there would be no ingredients-no oxygen, carbon, silicon, or iron. And yet the steady yellow suns are also needed-to bake the concoction slowly, gently, or the recipe will spoil.
Take a solar mix of elements. Condense small lumps and acrete them to a midsized globe. Set it just the right distance from the flame and rotate gently. The crust should bubble and then simmer for the first few million years.
Rinse out excess hydrogen under a wash of sunlight.
Pound with comets for one eon, or until a film of liquid forms.
Keep rotating under an even heat for several billion years.
then wait...
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