The vault is sown thick with them, the vault is alive with them, trembles
with them, quivers with them! And through their midst rises a broad belt of
their like, uncountable for number--rises and flows up into the sky, from the
one horizon, and pours across and goes flooding down to the other--a stupendous
arch, made all of glittering vast suns diminished to twinkling points by the
awful distance--and where is that colossal planet of mine? It's in that Belt--somewhere,
God knows where!
- "Three Thousand Years among the Microbes"
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