If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

Por aquella época había hecho una gran demostración de su descubrimiento en un Congreso Internacional de Astronomía. Pero debido a su indumentaria, nadie le había hecho caso. Los mayores son así.
Afortunadamente, para la reputación del asteroide B 612 un dictador turco impuso a su pueblo, bajo la pena de muerte, la obligación de vestirse a la europea. El astrónomo volvió a hacer su demostración, en 1920, con un traje muy elegante. Y esta vez sí, todos fueron de su parecer

And the voice spoke even more deliberately: '...but remember what is under the ocean of clouds: eternity.'

And suddenly that tranquil world, the world of such simple harmony that you discover as you rise above the clouds, took on an unfamiliar quality in my eyes. All that gentleness became a trap. In my mind's eye I saw that vast white trap laid out, right under my feet. Beneath it reigned neither the restlessness of men nor the living tumult and motion of cities, as one might have thought, but a silence that was even more absolute, a more final peace. That viscous whiteness was turning before my eyes into the boundary between the real and the unreal, between the known and the unknowable. And I was already beginning to sense that a spectacle has no meaning except when seen through a culture, a civilization, a professional craft.