This is why I get a lot of comfort stargazing at night. So much stress or worry melts away when the realization hits that nothing really matters anyway. I don’t think this is quite what Tolkien was going for with the scene where Sam sees a star up through a small opening in the gloomy sky when he’s struggling, but it’s how I took it.

I think the tricky part for some people is trying to figure out why living life should matter at all, then, but it’s always worked for me. Just because a moment ends doesn’t mean that the moment shouldn’t matter to you, if you find it fulfilling or meaningful.