¨Night is illimitable. Why is the world made thus? We do not know. In the midst of this darkness there are lights; what is the purpose of these lights? They utter the unspeakable. They illumine the invisible. They enlighten, for they resemble torches; they gaze on something, for they resemble the eye of man. They are terrible and charming. They are faint lights scattered through the unknown. We call them stars.¨
Victor Hugo: Postscriptum de ma vie (Victor Hugo´s Intellectual Biography)
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