The beauty here fairly crackles with the mystery and depth of starlight, of imagination, of places we ourselves did not know we could venture, "where fireflies never dared." "That sylvan realm"—as mesmerizing as any line... "Stars are like thoughts, always projecting warped pasts and retreating in the face of bright scrutiny"—ooh, how I love this metaphor: we can't hold a thought, we can only try to follow it.