There I stood, staring into the face of my destruction, knowing that my life could not last for much longer. I knew this because it had told me so. It told me I had such little time left. I proposed that ‘a little’ depends on its comparison. For instance, in the eyes of a common housefly, I would seem infinite. However, in comparison to the life of a star, I only exist in an instant. I asked, “What is the length of my life compared to in your mind?” and at that, it just smiled at me from the mirror.