Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That’s all history is, after all: scar tissue.
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
People have stars, but they aren’t the same.[translation by Richard Howard]All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.[translation by Katherine Woods]
For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they’re nothing but tiny lights.[translation by Richard Howard]For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky.[translation by Katherine Woods]