Fireflies or, Suspension in a Dream

Picture a place, where there is no electricity. Not a sound can be heard but the breath in your own body, and all that can be seen before you is a black night filled with restless stars.

Above, the black velvet sky is strewn with stars so bright, and the air is so very clear, that you think you are looking at some jewler's board scattered with diamond shards.

Below, the earth is alive with moving, bobbing light. Fireflies wink on an off and endlessly float upon the dark.

There is no discerning between the sky and the earth, between the stars and the fireflies. It looks as if heaven covers everything. The night is cool. There is no wind. All is silence. And if you stay very still, and hold your breath, for just a moment maybe, it feels like there is only your conciousness suspended in the night, with nothing in between.

Is that how stars are made?