In the vastness of the universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is only a brief dim light. When I look at the stars, I always feel a sense of sadness that the end is foregone.

Home, civilisation, Earth are all but a speck of dust in the deep sky. A moment in the starry sky, a thousand years on earth. Insects sing all their lives but in autumn, and you and I struggle to do the same. What lies at the end of deep space?