We are the Sun.
Our destiny is to be
the extinguished spark,
a cinder burnt and silent.
Begat into flame, made into life,
we will explode into the endless silent prison of time,
where all we fallen villains, the soul of humankind,
We will sleep then,
into the eternal cold night,
never reaching into dream.
We are to be the echo.
Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars – Jack Kerouac