I haven't a clue as to how my story will end. But that's all right.
When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don't
conclude that the road has vanished.
And how else could we discover the stars?
When the Universe was not so out of whack as it is today and all the
stars were lined up in their proper places, you could easily count them
from left to right, or top to bottom, and the larger and bluer ones were
set apart, and the smaller yellowing types pushed off to the corners as
bodies of a lower grade....
