If some one loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, “My flower’s up there somewhere. . . .” But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?

If some one loves a flower of which just one example exists among all
the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy
when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, “My flower’s up there
somewhere. . . .” But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s
as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?

If some one loves a flower of which just one example exists among all
the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy
when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, “My flower’s up there
somewhere. . . .” But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s
as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?