Moments of Clarity

He gazed down at the broken and worn out suit. It reminded him of own fragility – his own mortality. That he, too, would one day be worn out and tattered. But, unlike the suit, would his essence carry on. Staring up at the stars above him, the vastness of the inky, black space captivated him – would he be a star or would he be the dark space between? Somehow, in that breathtaking moment, it didn’t matter.