Sometimes, though, he liked to travel to a desert far away from civilisation and lay staring up at the Milky Way's thick, glowing ribbon looping around the Earth. A galaxy that contained more stars than there were grains of sand beneath him and every atom of each of those grains was born out in the cosmos. Death didn't understand why humanity didn't spend more time and energy on space travel. It wouldn't be exploration. It would be going home.
