Our motivation was our innocence and as a result we were beyond all decision. The sun has set on our day, and it will rise tomorrow for some other children. And as they watch the clouds move across the sky, they’ll think that beauty lasts because it fades and when they ask each other what they’re thinking they’ll say “nothing.” In the eyes of those children, death is alive. They’re innocent, and for this reason alone everything is perfect. “What are you thinking about?” They watch the sun as it sets and the stars animate the sky, but neither of the children wants the day to die. They name constellations, they trace their dreams across the night. “I don’t care about life.” They’re never really wrong and they’re never really right.