The pinpoints of light outside the porthole were clear and bright. He knew each one represented a planet, and countless stories without beginnings or endings. Lovers always make vows of "to the ends of the earth" and "until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble," but he knew the lights that seemed almost within reach were older and more distant than the promises of people in love. Gazing at them, he finally understood how the world changed and how all things passed. Pinpricks of light glittered across the dark firmament. Their cold radiance made him feel even colder and more lost. Whose ends of the earth? Whose primordial universe? He did not know. He was just a passerby who had lost his bearings, wandering alone through a lonely expanse of time and space...
