A desire to be a Croesus is presented to the heavens, a missed wish upon a star answered by an exoplanet instead, and with no more conferral from the sky than from pishogue of the terrestrial realm, a paseo through a field of brilliantly happy, lively daffodils is executed, leading to the realization shortly afterwards that wealth is already won when value is both seen and placed in those lives touched by the sun. : )