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A Black Star Appears, A Point Of Darkness In The Night Sky's Clarity. Point Of Darkness And Gateway To Repose. Reach Out, Pierce The Fine Fabric Of The Sheltering Sky, Take Repose.

Because Neither She Nor Port Had Ever Lived A Life Of Any Kind Of Regularity, They Had Both Made The Fatal Error Of Coming Hazily To Regard Time As Non-existent. One Year Was Like Another Year. Eventually Everything Would Happen.

I've Always Wanted To Get As Far As Possible From The Place Where I Was Born. Far Both Geographically And Spiritually. To Leave It Behind ... I Feel That Life Is Very Short And The World Is There To See And One Should Know As Much About It As Possible. One Belongs To The Whole World, Not Just One Part Of It.

Since The World Began Has Any Man Ever Been Able To Know What Would Happen Tomorrow? The World Of Men Is Today. I'm Asking You To Open Your Heart Today. Tomorrow Belongs To Allah.

How Fragile We Are Under The Sheltering Sky. Behind The Sheltering Sky Is A Vast Dark Universe, And We're Just So Small.