Most of us can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're look… - Ray Bradbury

Think of Shakespeare and Melville and you think of thunder, lightning, wind. They all knew the joy of creating in large or small forms, on unlimited or restricted canvases. These are the children of the gods.

"Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal.
And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping it's life away.
To hell with that," he said, "shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass."

On my world, such comets are known as pilgrim visitors, far-traveling specters, haunters of the feast. You see? Our history has as much romantic nonsense as yours.