We are the Sun.

Our destiny is to be

the extinguished spark,

a cinder burned 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,

journey unknowingly.

We will sleep then,

into the eternal cold night,

never reaching into a dream again.

We will be the echo.

Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars – Jack Kerouac