As darkness once again reins over the sky, you find yourself laying back in the grass watching as tiny, shimmering, florescent stars peek out from the deep dark blackness. Your picking out the constellations and even making some up as you go along, not speaking to anyone but small mumbles to the grass and any bugs who may have stopped to listen. It's a calm night. A special night. One without much consequence. One that holds a certain tranquility. One that doesn't require much thought. As you lay and stare at the darkness, the calmness gets thicker. The grass stops swaying. The insects stop chiming. Your alone once again. Alone to your thoughts and the endless sky. The sky that reminds you how small you are. How insignificant your tiny existence may be. Over billions of souls to have lived, and your own gets to live through this moment. This one moment where everything is true and perfect and peaceful. Moments like these which remind you, that although you are small, and although you are frail, you are something. And you are a something that was created from nothing by two people who found themselves creating a something. And that something, that small something, has survived everything to this point. YOU have survived everything to this point.