A short SF story by ffwd:

There was once this space-faring civilization that decided to take their calling to the limit. They said they would push for the stars.

Now, spacetime is tricky, and requires a lot of energy to traverse. The best source of energy is mass, and to go anywhere at all you need something at least the size of Jupiter.

So they packed their stuff on a boat, collapsed the sun, and uploaded themselves to a matrix with its last dying rays. The view was fabulous, you should have seen it.