The stars watched humanity struggle, writhe, and moan at the ripples coming from their own choices.

 'Didn't they realize what would come?' Thought the stars, 'Didn't they pay attention? How can they be sad at their own choice? Don't they know that they will be gone in the blink of an eye? If any one of us was to go out, they would be worried, if their own star died, they would just disappear! 

'And yet, for having lives that are so short, they accomplish so much.' Then the stars realized something about humanity, something they hadn't considered before. 

Humanity, with its destruction and creation, beauty and death, horror and kindness; humanity has survived several of their eye-blinks. 

'Ten thousand years or more pass each time we blink, yet now we see Obama, now we blink, now we see trump! What has happened? What has caused this change?' And then they discovered a beautiful, terrible, frighteningly amazing truth. 

The change was humanity. They that seemed so insignificant, so worthless, so meaningless compared to the infinite of the universe; they had, by their very nature, changed the way that the stars perceive time. An infinite of watching and the first thing that any of them truly saw, was humanity on its small blue sphere.

 'How?!?' They cried, their despairing confusion evident, 'How could such small creatures be so impossibly vibrant that they change time itself? How can they make it obey them as they do?' And then a whisper came, a whisper from beyond reality. A whisper from a dying god.

 "They are because they must be. They are capable of impossible things, they can harness and control light and life and even time itself! All because they are capable of belief. And when one believes, and can harness that belief as mankind does... then one can do anything."

 And the stars stared in horrified wonder at the tiny, self-destructive race that would rule their future. And they hoped and despaired... and they admired.