“Stars, spattered out through lifeless night from end to end,
like jewels scattered in a dead king's grave, tease, torment my wits toward
meaningful patterns that do not exist.”
― John Gardner,
Grendel
Many was the night when my brother John and I would be out, either coming home from work or traveling between Seguin and San Marcos, when one or the other of us would gesture dramatically at a particularly impressive display of stars and declaim, "Like so many jewels!"
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