I learnt tonight from a book on astronomy that certain stars are the oldest and near to extinction... Grateful for the news I opened the window and looked for the youngest star... But I could see only clouds when someone's mean laugh (like the wind howling in a crematorium chimney) drove me to find a star in interstellar space as dawn was breaking... O my love, how shall we love and not despair, how be desperate and wise at the same time?