Stars

"How infinite the sky looked, how endless its blue void, how permanent its lights. How beautiful its stars, 7 billion light years away. How burnt out they are, dying 7 billion years ago but still burning for us today. How special it makes us humans feel, those stars decorating our sky. How hopeful it makes us feel, thinking that they are watching over us as we fulfill our destiny. How naïve we are, in all our selfish glory."