The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die. But neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
Did you know we're all made from stardust? You, me, your father. All of us. Our atoms were formed in the stars. Not the stars you can see now. The older ones. The ones that went nova and turned into dust. Our bodies are made from remnants of ancient suns. Of course, you can't look to the heavens and actually see your dad, but one day his physical essence will blow into space, yours and mine, too. And together, we'll make new stars.