Miguel Claro |
The lights of our civilization rob most of us of nightly demonstrations of the majesty of the sky and its ability to show us how small and fragile is our place in the universe.
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
Romeo and Juliet
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