7.15 Starry Night I like to stare at the sky at night, when it is blanketed by darkness and littered with stars. It seems that personal trivia will pale in comparison to the vastness of the universe. At that moment, all your unfulfilled ambitions, all your subdued emotions, and perhaps some overflowing resentments just vanish away in front of such formidable beauty of nature. Surely it is not just because of the surreal attraction of the night, it is much to do with the sudden realization of the insignificance of individual strength contrasted with the power of nature and time. Human beings, is like those little stars, have their time to shine and fade. Few things---be it fame or fortune---really matter, when you look at the starry night, so deep and infinite, and understand that you are nothing but a little drop of water in this ever-flowing ocean of human history.