drama and matters of perspective

I am not the first person to be consumed in a personal drama; finding myself in an intermission, alone and outside, standing under an unusually bright moon. And in that moment, under that moon, briefly grasping the enormity of the stage and the insignificance of the players in relation. And in that, i take comfort. Only to realize, in seemingly no time at all, as the lights flash, the crowd settles, the curtain rises once again and the drama continues; understanding the insignificance of our size does nothing to lessen the pain. And in that, i take comfort.