But that's what we are, Jade and I. The sun and the moon, the sky, made from happenstance, coincidence, and no one knows if anything will ever last. If the sun will burn out, if the moon will pull so far away we can't see it anymore. But you don't stop gazing at the stars out of fear that they won't be there someday. I'd rather appreciate them while they're here and make wishes so they last.