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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 201 We share the popcorn and the binoculars. The show is spectacular. A skyful of blazing trails, tailed lights and erratic clusters of ice and dust. Mr. Meier is certainly content to be in his bed. There is a Presence here that would be lost on him. Finally the boys sleep, too, salt and popcorn crumbs on their lips, perhaps dreaming of comets and polestars. I hope so. Mark and I lie together in full possession of the grandeur and solitude. "When you think of the vastness and enormity of the universe, and of the billions and billions of planets and stars, doesn't it make you feel small and insignificant?" he says. "Me, neither!" |