The waxing moon tossed a dull glow on the surface of the clouds, but it was the scattered layers of stars that held my attention. I looked at them and tried to feel the courageous heat of their battle as they fought against the natural state of all things in the universe: dead cold.I just loved how this is put. I'm working my way through Dante's Divine Comedy ... slowly, slowly ... and have just gotten out of Hell. Where it is very cold.
Craig Johnson, Hell is Empty