You will never be as dramatic as Betelgeuse committing suicide.

It's sad that our human lifestimes are so puny on the cosmic scale, from our point of view the distant celestial sphere is basically static (beyond short scale periodic phenomena like quasars etc.) and it is so god darn infuriating. It reminds me of the justification given by Tolkien (in Morgoth's Ring) for why humans were forbidden from sailing to Aman: namely that everything in Aman was so long lived that even the long life gifted to the Numenorians would see them grow old and die before a single cycle of the seasons changed in that land, and this would lead to every mortal growing bitter and angry at what everyone else around him enjoyed; thus better to forbid such people from the land entirely:

>Let us suppose then that the Valar had also admitted to Aman some of the Atani, and (so that we may consider a whole life of a Man in such a state) that 'mortal' children were there born, as were children of the Eldar. Then, even though in Aman, a mortal child would still grow to maturity in some twenty years of the Sun, and the natural span of its life, the period of the cohesion of hröa and fëa, would be no more than, say, 100 years. Not much more, even though his body would suffer no sickness or disorder in Aman, where no such evils existed. (Unless Men brought these evils with them - as why should they not? Even the Eldar brought to the Blessed Realm some taint of the Shadow upon Arda in which they came into being.) But in Aman such a creature would be a fleeting thing, the most swift-passing of all beasts. For his whole life would last little more than one half-year, and while all other living creatures would seem to him hardly to change, but to remain steadfast in life and joy with hope of endless years undimmed, he would rise and pass - even as upon Earth the grass may rise in spring and wither ere the winter. Then he would become filled with envy, deeming himself a victim of injustice, being denied the graces given to all other things. He would not value what he had, but feeling that he was among the least and most despised of all creatures, he would grow soon to condemn his manhood, and hate those more richly endowed. He would not escape the fear and sorrow of his swift mortality that is his lot upon Earth, in Arda Marred, but would be burdened by it unbearably to the loss of all delight.

Oh yeah! And that'll only take a few billion or so years.

If only.

Looking up at the night sky and seeing endless lights amidst the dark.

I'm not religious or spiritual, but perhaps what I feel is similar to what a believer feels when he sees the hand of his God.