"By watching, I know that the stars are not going to last. I have seen some of the best ones melt and run down the sky. Since one can melt, they can all melt; since they can all melt, they can all melt the same night. That sorrow will come--I know it. I mean to sit up every night and look at them as long as I can keep awake; and I will impress those sparkling fields on my memory, so that by and by when they are taken away I can by my fancy restore those lovely myriads to the black sky and make them sparkle again, and double them by the blur of my tears."
It is a terribly difficult thing, to watch the brightest stars melt. It is a terrible thing to feel like, no matter how much time one has to soak up their presence, it is somehow never enough.
It is a tremendous thing to know that endings are not our destiny, and that the stars will all be restored to us. That is an eternal reassurance for which I am ever grateful.