Look into the eyes of the night, the tragic stars that are destined to fall. It holds all the secrets, telling us that nothing is forever. It is so much larger than us, so much greater in scope and magnitude that it boggles our minds, because if it is not eternal we must be nothing at all. It is within us to think that we are important, but from the perspective of any star on the cape of the sky we are nonexistent, as they are sometimes nonexistent to us.
This revelation of insignificance brings us pain, and we take our pain and give it back threefold, witches’ rules that bend and break and have us fall apart, fall on our faces, fall like stars. We can almost understand how they feel at our ignorance when we share in their wounds.
Someday we will finally understand, and this is the day when it will all go wrong, when the eyes of the night will shine with the genius of the devastation it has left us feeling. This is the day no stars will fall, when destiny is broken into unrecognizable fragments.
We will lose the concept of now to find the concept of gravitational connection that binds us all. No stars will fall, and, tragic though falling was, we will miss the twinge that tells us one more thing that found us insignificant is gone.