While the stars burn from afar, like a million flames of dying candlelight. Even as men have eyes to see, in awe of the gargantuan miniscule movements of the chilling ice-blue sparks. We are all but equals in a warring reality. Time is but a thought, eternity is to be had to watch shattered matter transform, inputting chaos, with an output of calm. The unpolished old reality now exists in the form of precious gemstones, fools gold.