At this very moment there is a comet close to the sun. The comet will be almost in touch with the big star and a long tail will grow from its back. Then, while its trail continues, the tail will disappear. Stellar dust has fallen from the sky since millions of years ago, visible quite often when one cleans the shelves at home. At this very moment there are many of these comets around the sun and many more suns lying around, more stars than the seconds we have lived until now in our fleeting lives as shooting stars, as fireflies blinking, as the big star in fast motion. However, a shooting star is not a star, it is just a brilliant light produced by a small rock or metallic body that breaks through the atmosphere attracted by our gravity, perishing in the air and burning down in a little sigh.
The dust will continue falling from the sky, covering our shelves, the Earth will keep rotating on its own axis, bringing night and day. A constant pulse maintains us here, sometimes standing, sometimes moving in a constant series of preludes leading us somewhere. Little by little, the wear wins the day, like the dust between the groove and the needle of the turntable.
