Reflections on the comet

And, the comet continues her journey through the cosmos, disappearing into the abyss.

As I sit back on my planet I ponder the nature of comets:

Comets are comets because — because they are comets.

Comets have to be comets. It's their essential truth. To love a comet you have to accept this. Loving a comet means occasional joy, amazing joy even, followed by the inevitable broken heart that you know is going to come because — comets have to be comets.