Last night I lay on the frozen ground,staring up at a clear sky only somewhat ruined by light pollution and the fog produced by my own breath-no telescope or anything,just me and the wide-open sky-and I kept thinking about how sky is a singular noun,as if it's one thing. But ther sky isn't one thing. The sky is everything. And last night ,it was enough.
-Davis Pickett ,Turtles all the way down ~John Green