Calling stars down was easy, we believed things could be close. Today we say “closer” as myth is weak but it wasn’t so long ago we thought we’d whistle up the stars. And the cosmonoauts and astronauts waved, leaving and returning, their heroic smiles said the universe was no different than a field left unattended after the war. Go on out there, said the smiles, you will find your missing horses.
Planet of the Blind 