If Earth is a mother, than I am a lesbian with an Oedipal complex.
 
Tonight I watched a giant ruby sun set over miles and miles of rice paddies.  And in the gloaming, I peered between pregnant clouds streaked in orange, to see the tiniest sliver of delicate moon cradling one single star.
 
Little star, if you are the last thing I ever see, well, that's just fine with me.