Have ever gazed at the stars and wondered what if we're just a marble inside another. and the importance of it all vanishes before your eyes. it's like you can reach out and almost touch it, but it will shatter with indulgence if it's not kept spining. you can almost reach the middle and grasp it to stop time itself but then the impossible happens, you're left there dangling trying to hang on, trying to catch your breath when suddenly you get jolted back as awakening from a terrible yet satisfaying dream. And the face before you is the face of the sky looking back with tears of understanding in its eyes.