Many years a mystery

“Ye stars which are the poetry of Heaven!

If, in your bright leaves we read the fate

Of men and empires—’tis to be forgiven,

That in our aspirations to be great,

Our destinies o’erleap this mortal state

And claim a kindred with you; for ye are

A beauty and a mystery and create

In us such love and reverence from afar,

That Life, Fame, Power, and Fortune have named themselves a star.”

Lord Byron

And most prefer that mystery to remain rather than have it revealed to be mundane.  – MZ