The stars, like dust, encircle me in living mists of light. I am a captive of the infinity of space.
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.
Two possibilities exist: Either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.