the stars are thousands of sunsnin each one you can feelnthe size of human kindnso small in the outer spacennthe stars are thousands of sparksnlightening up your nightsnyour eyes roll from one to anotherntrying to decipher some kinda secret codennfor most of us it's just a ceilingnbut you keep staring at itnas the floor you're standing onnas your greatest exciting fearnna wide painting with no ordernuntouchable by the hand of Mannthat gives no explanations to satisfynyour thirst of answers for your multiple whysnnthe stars are thousands of sunsnin each one you can see thatnthe stars are just thousands of sparksnbringing no keys for the encrypted Everythingnnn