The Stars we see
In the Heavens above us
Which we so admire
are all but few of them
Fading or long since dead suns
We stare we must acknowledge
Into the face of Death every night
Could it not be then
That the all-encompassing ever-growing light-machinery
Modern man erects around himself
serves but to blind out
the mortality of the Universe?
The starry heavens above me - Kant once wrote
When he was nearly a poet
What else could he have meant
Than death himself
- Johannes Achill Niederhauser