Last night I lay on my back gazing up into the clear night sky unpolluted by the lights of civilization. Before I dozed off I picked a small section of the sky and tried to count the stars. They could not be numbered. Twenty times or more I woke, rolled over, glanced at the stars wondered at their quantity, their distance, their randomness, their order and tucked down into my sleeping bag again.
Who put them there? Did they do it just for us stargazers or is there some grander scheme?
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