Stardust;A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really. “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s the question.
You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate. It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves, you could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful.
“Excuse me, madam, this may seem strange, but have you seen a fallen star anywhere?”
- “You’re funny.”
“No, really, we’re in a crater. This must be where it fell!”
- “Yes, this is where it fell! Or, if you want to be really specific, up there is where this weird bloody necklace came out of nowhere and knocked it out of the heavens, when it was minding its own business. And over there is where it landed, and right here, this where it got hit by a magical flying moron!”
“But of course! Nothing says romance like the gift of a kidnapped, injured woman!”