The old man pointed at the sky. "Good clouds today, Anglo. A man can see a lot in clouds. Things that aren’t there and things that are. Clouds change a lot. The stars, now. The stars are different. They’re always spinning, racing across the sky even when ya can’t see them. They don’t change much. At least not so a man can see. ’Cept for the felling stars. Flare, burn, and fall. Not much of a legacy. Ever see a star before it fell, Anglo?"