“I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think.
I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out.
But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last.
I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come,
and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last;
and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle
like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...”