Night time. I'm in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on a boat that is moored hundreds of feet away from one of the darkest inhabited islands I know. It is so dark and there are no clouds. The stars are more prevalent than I have ever seen them before. The chilly breeze and the clucking of the waves makes me feel more present; more a part of the world. Yet looking up at the stars makes me feel distant and put aside. It reminds me of a strip of Calvin and Hobes that I read recently. Calvin is looking up at the stars, screaming: "I matter! ... Said the speck of dust."