I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out.
But from here, I can pretend…
I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.
Gods come, and Gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade.
Worlds don’t last; and starts and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.
But I can pretend.
(Destruction, Sandman Brief Lives by Neil Gaiman)