> [!QUOTE] Poem > > # *The More Loving One* > > Looking up at the stars, I know quite well > That, for all they care, I can go to hell, > But on earth indifference is the least > We have to dread from man or beast. > > How should we like it were stars to burn > With a passion for us we could not return? > If equal affection cannot be, > Let the more loving one be me. > > Admirer as I think I am > Of stars that do not give a damn, > I cannot, now I see them, say > I missed one terribly all day. > > Were all stars to disappear or die, > I should learn to look at an empty sky > And feel its total dark sublime, > Though this might take me a little time. > > — [[WH Auden]]