Not just beautiful, though -- the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me. What I've up till now, what I'm going to do -- they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart's pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I've never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars -- how many other things haven't I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about?