[ WP ] Stars have brilliant deaths , large explosions given a beautiful name . Men are granted nothing so glorious .


 A star- when looked at from earth, is an abstraction. Its symbolic of the highest that one can reach. During its a life, a star might have spanned a planetary system, nurtured life, enriched the cosmos, and by its death wipe it out and descend into a black hole. An impenetrable nothingness from whence all life started. 
 
 A man, can also be an abstraction of the highest potential in the universe. To love, to think, to create and also to self destruct and hate A man is an amalgamation of all his hopes and desires, dreams and nightmares. His life is at once imperfect, inspiring and real. Does the air still vibrate with the power of his unrealized dreams, the depth of his love or the rage of his anger when he dies. Does the soul really die. The father who held your hands when you walked, the lover who you held in your heart forever, the child who smiled back at you in innocence Will these memories ever fade into a black hole by those left behind. Stars have brilliant deaths, men are not granted something as glorious. The death of a man is a death of dreams, of ideas, of feelings, of life. And as inglorious as it is, it is far more frequent, premature and tragic.
