The world . . . adrift in space, hanging amid a vast array of celestial bodies. In an endless circuit, the planets drift around the sun, like a clock ticking off the years. For millennia the people on the surface have observed the heavens in wide-eyed wonder as the sparkling sea of stars swirled about them. Longing for understanding, but unable to touch it any more than they can touch the stars, men wax old. They do not know as they struggle to understand the stories written in the sky that their author has written other books. They look steadfastly into the heart of heaven for answers, not knowing that, should they ask, heaven will p...