“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.”— Paul Bowles
“And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help—for It As impotently moves as you or I.”— Edward FitzGerald