The blue sky is an illusion created by the sun to hide an infinite black void. When you die the worms eat your brains. There's no God to save you and Jesus Christ couldn't even save himself.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.