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Those of Earth, in urban areas, may never have seen how black, really, the sky can be; perhaps they have never really lifted their heads to the sky; perhaps they have never noted, or cared to note, how sharp and bright the stars can be, how astonishing they are, how beautiful they are, remote, carelessly plentiful, scattered about, indifferent, blazing in her darkness. I heard the grateful sobs of a ravished slave some racks away. I must leave Port Kar. I feared I had slain an agent of priest-kings. I looked again at the stars. I wondered if many Goreans realized how beautiful their world was. I feared that many of them, so used to beauty, the greenness, the mountains, the rains, the dark forests and bright meadows, the winding rivers, did not really see it. - (Players of Gor, Chapter )