Stars weave the fabric of the night, In constellations burning bright, A canvas drawn by ages past, In cosmic realms, our dreams are cast. As galaxies in motion blaze, In nature’s depth, we find our ways.
- John Maynard Keynes
Stars weave the fabric of the night, In constellations burning bright, A canvas drawn by ages past, In cosmic realms, our dreams are cast. As galaxies in motion blaze, In nature’s depth, we find our ways.