Whispers of Distant Stars
There's a saying that stars are eternal witness of human existence. Stars will last for aeons, while we human lasts less than glimpse of an ever-expanding universe. Humoring the fact that our mortality will never exceed celestial bodies implies that they will remain, while we fade away, reducing into ashes. what our ancestor witnessed aeons ago, we share the same fractions of what they might have witnessed. meaning transcends time as we become more aware of how small and everlasting existence will be. Sometimes, I wonder, do stars get lonely? are they aware about themselves? being virtually eternal, I must be honest that I envy stars. despite there are no evidence of conscience on a star, I can't resist not to personify their beauty, to give them the ability to share their opinion of themselves. they gather in unison, articulating beauty and aesthetic to the indifferent, dark and cold space itself. I know that some stars, when they die, I will dissipate and collapsing itse...