The Sky Hides The Night Behind It

We've Never Managed, Either One Of Us, To Get All The Way Into Life. We're Hanging On To The Outside For All We're Worth, Convinced We're Going To Fall Off At The Next Bump.

The Only Thing That Makes Life Worth Living Is The Possibility Of Experiencing Now And Then A Perfect Moment. And Perhaps Even More Than That, It's Having The Ability To Recall Such Moments In Their Totality, To Contemplate Them Like Jewels.

Whereas The Tourist Generally Hurries Back Home At The End Of A Few Weeks Or Months, The Traveler Belonging No More To One Place Than To The Next, Moves Slowly Over Periods Of Years, From One Part Of The Earth To Another. Indeed, He Would Have Found It Difficult To Tell, Among The Many Places He Had Lived, Precisely Where It Was He Had Felt Most At Home.

A Black Star Appears, A Point Of Darkness In The Night Sky's Clarity. Point Of Darkness And Gateway To Repose. Reach Out, Pierce The Fine Fabric Of The Sheltering Sky, Take Repose.

If People And Their Manner Of Living Were Alike Everywhere, There Would Not Be Much Point In Moving From One Place To Another.