"Life is messy, yeah? All these unrelated events — inane, monotonous, trivial — threaded together by time. When you die, someone ties the thread together, maybe even in a bow, but there's still no shape to it. And without shape, there is no meaning. Most lives are shapeless, and that's OK, because you know what else is shapeless? The night sky — or it would be if someone hadn't drawn Orion and Pegasus and Cassiopeia onto heaven's canvas."