I wonder if the stars are made of a great scattering of ashes. Did you ever think of that? Or if the high white cloud isn’t the dust of remote flower beds?

Ah, and everything that is, What if it were just a prototype that someone tried and gave up? It seems to me, there are not enough of us who would have the answer, not enough of us who look far enough into the night.

Bring your eyes to watch and gaze into the dark.

• Carl Sandburg