Diamonds? They are dirt--mere rocks, dead and cold. After they are cut and shined by the toil of a jeweler, they might glint in the purest of sunlight, they might put a little sparkle in someone's eye; but until that time, they are worthless and might as well be counted among the most repulsive refuse of the earth.
Not the stars, though they, too, have been called diamonds: they are not slabs of stone that glimmer if they are prepared by the most skilled of hands. No, not the stars. They burn with the clearest of white, a passionate fire blazing in the icy nothingness of the distant dark. As the sky ripples, the stars glitter like ghosts hovering over an inky sea, illuminating the heavens with their haunting beauty.
Ah, that I could be the moon--that I could swim in that entrancing ocean of stars, galaxies, and nebulas! That I could take one of those sparkling apparitions and bottle them like a firefly--that I could reach out with my own hand and touch their flame unscathed.
The mystery of that black sea streaked with wisps of grey cloud pulls on me. Where may I find a silent place to look up at the stars? Take me there; let me sleep under the soft glow of the night sky; let me dream of the dance of the planets, the comets, and the moons. That dream shall take me far deeper into that wondrous black sea than my eyes ever could.
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