I believe that the universe is like an impossible puzzle. When you look up into the glittering night sky, you see the echo of humanity stretched out, imprinted in the stars. It’s endless, and maddening. It’s why when you stare for too long, you feel insignificant while also believing that you live in the most fantastic creation, shaped by beautiful thoughts. Maybe when we die, we shatter. Bits of ourselves go out into the sky to become fragments of stardust among the constellations, finally beautiful.