The universe is indeed immense, yet at the same time it is as small as a drop of morning dew. We are separated, yet we are all connected, like the evening stars, whether they are still burning bright or have left us in a blaze of sparks.
The nighttime sky forever dimmed where they once shone. No longer burning bright, but never forgotten. The little pocket where they once existed will never be the same again, but imagine how sad it would be if the star was never there to begin with, to never have illuminated the sky with all its glory? I would rather know it once shone so bright, than never glowed at all.
{image found via The Tiny Aviary}
