The further things are, the more
beautiful they seem. We name
a God, and set him high above us.
Saturn's rings are lovely only
because we cannot wear them.
Even convicts know this truth.
Each night between their bars,
prisoners try to glimpse the Big
Dipper, that cauldron which can
hold a universe and never spill.
Trace its lines, they say, and you
will find the North Star. Follow it
and you are home.