Life is made magical if even one person believes in you. Imagine if large swathes of the global population believe in you, too. Through good will, collective well-wishing (of course counterbalanced by those hateful few) snowballs into even more. And celebrity is what follows.
Stacking layers of trivial drudgery is what makes some things appear more difficult than others. Intelligence, as a sort of mental hunger, reflects the number of layers you crave to put up with at a given moment, but it says nothing about the quality of the layers you desire.
If eyes are a window to the soul, then one's worldview can be a projection of it. And one looks upon an image encapsulating their worldview, they may come to better know their own soul.
Like the laws between states and countries, so too may the laws of cosmos be very regional. All protective constraints, but with slight tweaks and variations between them.
Before you demand an explanation for something, assess how complicated you think the thing is first. Most things are far more straight forward than they appear.
Even without movement, you will encounter the things that were meant for your eyes alone, but it is in movement that you will find more of such things.
When you hit a creative block of any kind, it's a chance to develop creativity on command. Creativity isn't a resource. It's not in storage. You could argue that's energy. But creativity is a reflex.
Be the one star that punches a hole through the black abyssal sea. Be the one that aids in the constellation of other stars. And the one that guides those weary travelers where they truly belong.