"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

30 June 2016



The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
       Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
       There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
       Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
       And that glittered and winked in the dark.

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
       And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shown in the sky, and the pail by the wall
       Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
       And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
       And the stars going round in my head.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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