The Whole is Less than the Sum of the Parts

There are myriads of them, as far as the eye can see. Some are bright blue, others yellow, some shimmering with tones of orange; big and small, dazzling and barely glowing. Here and there one on its own, surrounded by the undisturbed darkness of the night; most are in pairs, a triad, the occasional Pleiades. They are bobbing up and down, descending from the heavenly realms to the earth.

Up there the tops of the mountains are surrounded by aura of bliss; it stays there, only its shadows carried down into the human world on the glow of their light. Who knows what awaits them down there; happiness or grief, love or hate, pain or boredom? The shadows of the heavenly will stay with them, reminder of that different world up there where time stops and for that moment the mundane is banished into oblivion, its power broken.

They will not stay down for long. The craving for the heavenly realms consumes them; up there stars are born.