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“The first god that I prayed to was to the planet Sun, until my father taught me how to pray to a Christian God. I still wonder about the origins of this need to pray to planet Sun.”

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“Poezjo! Jakie twoje imię? Tworząca? Cóż ty tworzysz? Siebie. Krzesiwem jesteś — ogniem — dymem — Żniwem się złocisz w samym siewie. Sypiesz się w ciemność gwiazdospadem, Więc biegnę w noc na gwiazdobranie. Nie ma ich. Tylko mi zostanie Świetlisty w oczach ślad — spadanie: Ty gwiazdą jesteś i jej śladem. O, czaro, która sama przez się Już winem jest i upojeniem, I pieśnią pijaną jednocześnie, A potem samą sobą we śnie, A potem —o tym śnie wspomnieniem, Podnoszę cię, kielichu tajny, Ogniu, gwiazd siewie urodzajny, Ty, któryś cel jest i przyczyna, Ty, pierwszość oraz ostateczność! I winem pijąc zdrowie wina, Tobą wysławiam twoją wieczność.”

“The Big Dipper wheels on its bowl. In years hence it will have stopped looking like a saucepan and will resemble a sugar scoop as the earth continues to wobble and the dipper’s seven stars speed in different directions.”

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“It took him half an hour to reach the little mission chapel. From his position on his back in the river he could see just the tip of the steeple, but for the most part he gazed upward at the constellations. Rudy knew his constellations, because each one of his daughters had done a science project on them and they'd spent hours lying on their backs in the middle of the Edgar Lee Masters campus looking up at the sky. As the river bent to the south, he could see Virgo and Centaurus coming into view. At first they reminded him of true beauty, and he was overwhelmed. He knew that this heart-piercing ache, however painful, was the central experience of his life and that he would have to come to terms with it. No one - not Aristotle, not Epicurus, not Siva Singh - would ever convince him otherwise. But then it occurred to him that Virgo and Centaurus were just as arbitrary as the rudimentary classification system he'd used for his books - Helen's books. There were a lot of stars left out of the constellations, and nothing to stop you from drawing the lines in different ways to create different pictures. He wanted to lift his wings and fly, but he didn't have the power. He could only let the river carry him along.”