Who among us has never looked up into the heavens on a starlit night, lost in wonder at the vastness of space and the beauty of the stars?

If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

The sky calls to us. If we do not destroy ourselves, we will one day venture to the stars.

Perhaps the skills we've acquired over the last five -- now six -- storms will help us.

The velvet tapestry of the night curved from horizon to horizon, flecked with thousands of tiny stars. There seemed all the more of them, for as well as filling the sky, they shimmered in an elegant ballet on the waves, the sea itself giving them life.

There are people who believe in expanding the welfare state across the spectrum of races and ethnicities and creeds.