A billion stars above us coat the sky white. It would have been beautiful back home, but not here. Here it is the ever present reminder that we are all alone and insignificant.

We don’t vanish without a trace. We are not like animals, content with burrows in the ground. We are not very skilled at survival without clothing or tools. Our feet are soft, our skin is easily cooled, and our stomachs are too weak to drink water straight from a stream. We must create in order to survive. We build cities, aqueducts, and shields, for we must in order to have an edge over the beasts of the field. And so, wherever humans have tread their covered feet, their path never vanishes without a trace.

The stars looked down at me from infinite space. We are tiny, they said, but you are insignificant.

Best wine if you're stranded on a deserted island? 1982 Salon Champagne.

It isn’t always the treasure that drives men down deep into the sea; it’s something else, something unexplainable, even to them.

I'd rather have a search engine or a compiler on a deserted island than a game.