“I stood up to take some air outside. The stars were brilliant that night, and the cicadas were crying in endless song. If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong?”
“If the sky was so perfect, why was the earth all wrong”
“The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.”
“We were just two stars in the endless night sky, as dazzling and dwarfed and stupendous and insignificant as that made us.”
“And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... You, only you, will have stars that can laugh at night...”
“All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.”