"Or could I feel the starlight? Every minute on a square mile of this land - on the steers and the orchard, on the quarry, the meadow, and creek - one ten thousandth of an ounce of starlight spatters to earth. What percentage of an ounce did that make on my eyes a nd cheeks and arms, tapping and nudging as particles, pulsing and stroking as waves? Straining after these tiny sensations, I nearly rolled off the world when I heard, and at the same time felt through my hips' and legs' bones on the ground, the bang and shudder of distant freight trains coupling."
-Annie Dillard