The ground is unnecessary to find the stars:
The reference to rightness, the sense of far,
May only deceive you if you become the beheld.
The sky has a surface and the ocean does not,
You see? It’s the atmosphere that can’t tell you
What is correct, what is level, what is solid.
Looking for where to stand—here or here—
You lose the drishti; where you are will move
With you, each place you leave behind an orphan,
Each place you go a vast new horizon.
