“Sometimes, if you wait long enough…the stars will come out with a vengeance.”
I dreamed a sky just like this the other night — a violet smoke, star-punctured; a teeming cosmos. The sky was strewn with visible galaxies. Trillions of stars, billions of possible worlds. I held my hand up against that luminous cloud. Spiral nebulae, horsehead nebulae, and here and there black spots on all that brilliance. What are they? I asked. Those are the dark nebulae, you replied.