"I see stars, stars, stars; I see constellations, constellations, constellations, I see rays mixed with splendors knotted with solar blazings, dazzlings lost in contemplations, contemplations plunged in dazzling. I am caught in a prodigious spinning of the wheel with gold hubs. Where is it going? I do not know. The night is the rut of the stars."

VICTOR HUGO