We sat on the roof in the middle of the

night, listening to the deafening censorship

of sound, the quietness of pandemonium,

the muteness of an imaginary discord.

Watching a night full of shimmering lights

glowing in the dark, yet not fully brightening

the night, oh what a beautiful sight it was.

We were so young as we gazed into the

darkness above, and so was the night.

The stars were bright like a noon day sun

aligned like a tidy array of shiny pinpricks

"So why is the night sky so dark"

I asked my friend, "if there are a billion

shining stars?"

And together, in the middle of the

night, listening to the deafening censorship

of sound, the quietness of pandemonium,

the muteness of an imaginary discord,

we pondered Oblers Paradox

And then the night sky spoke to us and said,

"Like you, the universe is young and

my distant light has yet to reach you."

We sat on the roof in the middle of the

night, listening to the deafening censorship

of sound, the quietness of pandemonium,

the muteness of an imaginary discord.

Watching a night full of shimmering lights

glowing in the dark, yet not fully brightening

the night, oh what a beautiful sight it was.

We were so young as we gazed into the

darkness above, and so was the night.

The stars were bright like a noon day sun

aligned like a tidy array of shiny pinpricks

"So why is the night sky so dark"

I asked my friend, "if there are a billion

shining stars?"

And together, in the middle of the

night, listening to the deafening censorship

of sound, the quietness of pandemonium,

the muteness of an imaginary discord,

we pondered Oblers Paradox

And then the night sky spoke to us and said,

"Like you, the universe is young and

my distant light has yet to reach you."