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Two nights ago, I had the rare opportunity to look up and see the stars. Millions of them. They dappled the night sky like wayward sprays of silver paint. As I craned my neck back to try to see them all at once, a few winked wryly at me, reminding me of the many things I do not know and the many places I have not seen. They seemed to ask, “What have you learned, child?” and “Where will you go?” As they inspire us to reach, so these stars also humble us, chastise us for keeping our own lights on too bright such that we cannot see their luminosity. We are so bathed in the halogen glows of our own making that we cannot see that pure fire that surrounds us, the wisdom available to us, the beauty beyond us.

(Thierry Cohen from Paris says, "Get out of town!")

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