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The sky is deep, the sky is dark,
The light of the stars is so damn stark.
When I look up, I feel with fear.
I what we have is what lies here,
This lonely world, this troubled place,
Then cold dead stars and empty space...
Well, I see no reason to persevere,
No reason to laugh, or shed a tear,
No reason to sleep or ever to wake,
No promises to keep, and none to make.
And so at night I still raise my eyes
To study the clear but mysterious skies--
That arch above us, as cold as stone.
Are you there, God? Are we alone?
---Dean Koontz......The Book of Counted Sorrows