You ever notice....

That the sky is eternal. The stars that shine down tonite are the same ones I gazed up at during wintery nights over 2 decades ago. Those distant suns, which may harbour brothers of mankind, shine on. Twinkling signposts on the ebon highway of space. Those lights shone down when you and I were undreamed of. They will shine down long after we are dust. All that matters is that we make a difference. Or, to quote Tennyson:


Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.