Irrelevance

Beauty

I suppose the moon was beautiful.

It's big, luminous and pure against the obsidian black night sky, complemented by millions of stars that seem so very inferior to it.

Although... the moons luminosity is just technically a reflexion of the sun, which is a star so I guess the complements and inferiority would sort of go both ways.

Then, I suppose, the sun is also beautiful.

It's warm, incandescent and manages to outshine even the brightest blue sky, going as far as to giving grey clouds silver linings.

"What are you doing?" asked Savar looking at me oddly. I do suppose it was odd that I was laying down in the middle of nowhere looking up at the sky.

"Don't you think that if the sun and the moon were people, that they'd be vain?" I asked ignoring his question for the simple reason that I didn't even know what the answer to his question was.

"What?" Savar asked in befuddlement.

"I mean, they're both so endeared that it's hard to imagine that it wouldn't go to their heads after a while," I concluded furrowing my brows.

"What are you babbling on about?" Savar asked in irritation; probably at my blatant ignorance towards feeding his curiosity and my obvious, relentless effort of steering the conversation towards where I wished it to go.

"Why do people pay others complements if they know its just going to poison them? I mean, I get that it's polite and a way of boosting another's self esteem but what does the person complimenting them get out of it?" I questioned grasping my chin in a thoughtful manner. Savar sighed in defeat; obviously realizing that I wouldn't be answering his questions.

"Because generally complements put a smile on another's face and there's no greater feeling than that which comes with knowing you've made someone happy," he answered shrugging his shoulders at me. I pondered upon his conclusion then drew to one of my own.

"That's rubbish," I stated, "I don't even know why I ask you these things when we've both established that you're an imbecile."

"Hey! I'm not an imbecile and I'll have you know that I've never claimed to be one," he defended defiantly. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You can deny it all you want but your blatant habit of wallowing in self pity begs to differ."

He huffed; half in annoyance and half in defeat, considering he knew I was right.

"Well then what do you conclude on the matter?" he asked, steering the conversation away from him and back to the previous topic of discussion.

"Honestly, I think it's all an elaborate way to coax others into self destruction because we're all secretly sadistic inside," I replied.

Savar shook his head at me.

"You're very cynical," he said drawing to his own conclusion.

"And the sun and moon are beautiful but vain, you're an imbecile and we're all secretly sadistic monsters... tell me something I don't know..."