'hundreds of stars and an Unknown number of planets. Any one of those planets might be the one that he sought, and to approach it unknowingly might prove disastrous. Therefore he slowed down to a crawl and crept up, light-year by light-year.'
At the blissful, blissful, and Oh so moving concert that I attended just this night, I heard a Joke. It was relayed to us by Kinnie Starr, the performer, who heard it firsthand. The Authur? A four year old indian boy named Satchel. Here is the joke:
There were two crows flying up in the sky. And then one fell into a puddle of fire.