The Stars

"Papa, Papa, how many stars are there?"

There was a moment. He was lost in thought. It feels like eternity, until...

"As many as there are ideas."

It was by a hillside. The distant city lights flare into the night sky. As if there exists a boundary separating their skyline from the city's skyline. At least the stars were visible.

She think, "How many ideas there are?" Good question.
She mentioned, "We can't see the stars in the morning... so are there no ideas?"

Now, science would say, the stars never goes away, the sun just shines too bright for us to see any stars. For a kid, who cares? He pat her on the head, "Do you think you have idea in the day?"

She recalls. There was the difficulty of homework. There was the fun of play. There was the enjoyment of TV, of YouTube. There was the internet. "No, I don't think so..."

And she look at the horizon, at the distant city, over the boundary, noted... "They probably don't too..."

End of Conversation.

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Epilogue Discussion

The original story intends to speak of the limit of original ideas. As more and more rubbish got generated, copycats are more real than originals. As vast as there are stars as there are ideas, the stars aren't unlimited; neither are ideas. So, do one day, one day, will we be out of ideas?

This story speaks of a different story to the original; unfortunately, one's mind changed as one think.