To the human eye the majority of the stars had not moved so very far.
"And yet they travel fast, O Humphrey," he said.

"Consider then how great is their journey between the time they gather and that day when, worn-out, once more they melt to vaporous gas.

You think me long-lived who compared to them exist but a tiny fraction of a second, nearly all of which I have been doomed to pass in sleep.

And, Humphrey, I desire to live--I, who have great plans and would shake the world.

But my day draws in; a few brief centuries and I shall be gone, and--whither, whither ?" "If you lived as long as those stars, the end would be the same, Oro." "Yes, but the life of the stars is very long, millions of millions of years; also, after death, they reform, as other stars.