One beautiful starry skied evening, we two stood next to each other at a window...and I talked of the stars with sentimental enthusiasm and called them the abode of the blessed. The master, however, grumbled to himself: 'The stars, hum! hum! The stars are only a gleaming leprosy in the sky.' For God's sake, I shouted, then there is no happy locality up there to reward virtues after death? He, however, staring at me with his pale eyes said cuttingly: 'So you want to get a tip for having nursed your sick mother and for not having poisoned your dear brother?

Hegel Was Right

"The stars in the sky, though we rightly regard them as the finest and most perfect of visible things, are far inferior because they are visible, to the true realities."

- Plato, Republic