Starry Night

The sights of the stars always makes me dream, in as simple a way as the black spots on the map, representing towns and villages, makes me dream. Why, I say to myself, should the spots of lights in the fimament be less accessible to us than the black spots on the map in France? Just as we take the train to go to Tarascon, we take death to go to a star.

– Vincent Van Gogh