Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star; one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

I don't always feel fierce and fearless, but I do feel like I'm a rock star at being human.

If one is forever cautious, can one remain a human being?

I've told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation.

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.

Human beings, you see, fall apart all the time. In many different ways. That is the central theme. There is no need to disguise it.