At night, it's hard to see the stars. The glow from the city and the streetlights put a damper on the sky that I'm staring deeply into, searching the milky blackness for something sacred, as our ancestors did. Looking within the vast expanse, trying to comprehend that the faint twinkling glow left its origin eons ago, and is just now reaching the atmosphere of my understanding. Within these moments, I am as small as the molecules and atoms that make up the mind which knows all too well that when my life has passed, the only monument to mark my time will be seen within the fading starlight, which left long ago.
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