She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
Gathering of people of similar mind to each other
Really makes them a tribe
Outwardly they are one with each other
Until you look closer. There they embrace their differences
People transforming from individuals to something more
Keeping with tradition, they booked the ceremony in a church
Neither of them was tied to any particular religion
Orthodox seemed as good of a place for gathering as any other
The ceremony ended up being disappointing, but they tied one on for the ages